【Taizhong】Desperado

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the leader of the House of Dead Rats, controls the Siberian blood clan of the entire Prague underground network.

A ruthless character who is not old or dead is frightening.

The other party was not surprised to throw a series of nonsense questions at Dazai and the others after hearing this name. Since Dazai has the ability to ask him for information, it means that he is not stupid, so he took out a worn-out paper from his jacket. The paper map was handed over to Dazai without hesitation.

"The places marked with red dots are all places where he has appeared before. He was hired to do all those shitty things for the Czech rulers, but he never really set foot in those palaces or halls to discuss anything with the group of bastards who are superior one thing."

"I don't know what you want to ask him, and I don't intend to ask, but there is one thing—" Perhaps because he didn't want to see a young man who was comparable to him die, he reminded again, "Although mice can bite ruthlessly Dead man, but a generation of rats will never be on the stage, only worthy of staying in his dark lair!"

Dazai smiled silently, thinking that it's nothing if he just can't get on the stage.

No darkness is doomed to a man who has not tasted what it is like to be an outlaw who has lost everything.

Nine p.m.

The sun has completely set.

Dazai, who won two loaves from others with another game of chess, lost one of them to Chuya.Dry bread, even with a slice of bacon, is not delicious, but it can satisfy your hunger.Zhong also sat on the platform, his bangs under the brim of his hat were blown up by the night wind, the temperature dropped so cold, but he couldn't even grab a cup of hot water, even so, he could only gulp the only food he had into his mouth , because he really couldn't hope that there would be any decent food in the blood city ahead, he even guessed that there wouldn't be only goblets filled with human blood?

Not long after, a group of people dressed in black came from not far ahead. Although there were not many of them, the noisy crowd immediately quieted down, looking at them with eyes as if paying attention.

For a moment, even a needle could be clearly heard on the platform.

"Personnel review has begun."

Dazai said, he speeded up and wiped out the last bite of bread, while Chuya leaned forward, trying to see the enemy's situation clearly, but Dazai pulled him to the back of the crowd.

"Hey you!"

"Don't point at the tip of my nose, it's because you can't even pretend that you don't look like it now. If they see it, you'll be screwed... Hey! Don't squeeze me!"

"Shut up, you think I'm happy to squeeze around!?"

Of course Chuya dared to swear that he never did it on purpose (who wants to rely on that kind of dominance?), but the crowd in front of him lost control instantly after seeing the long-awaited vampire, screaming excitedly, pushing and shoving, he had no choice but to go along With this desperate effort, he kept leaning back, and finally his back was completely attached to Dazai's chest and abdomen, so tight that there was no gap.

Dazai has been pushed by the crowd to a load-bearing pillar, and there is no way out. The two of them are like the sliced ​​toast at the bottom of a sandwich, pressed against the bottom of the plate by a force and cannot move.

"Oh shit!"

Nakaya was almost driven crazy by the group of subordinates in front who were sending out courtship signals madly, and the feeling of his back against Dazai actually inexplicably made him extremely nervous, and there was a faint unpleasant feeling in his heart, so he turned around forcefully, and Dazai stood facing each other, with both hands resting on both sides of Dazai's arms, forcing a distance of a few centimeters between them.

"Wow Chuya, you seem to be hitting me like this!"

"You fucking... shut up..."

I really don't have any extra energy to talk about this damn tall man in front of me, Chuya just wants to roll his eyes now, what the hell are these subordinates behind him doing, they are anxiously showing their hormones like they have never seen a domination in eight lifetimes ... What a fucking embarrassment... embarrassment to human beings, and embarrassment to their subordinates!

And it felt really bad to have so many slaves releasing hormones in an instant, he was going to throw up!

Even one of his own kind could hardly bear this scene, but the domination (he meant Osamu Dazai) who was trying to keep a distance was completely unmoved and not driven mad.

It's not weird, it's fucking weird.

So Dazai you in the end...

This question was still lingering in his heart, and the next second his arm was pulled and changed his position. Immediately, his back leaned against the still warm wall, and the heavy breathing from the top of his head covered his hearing.

"Nothing else," the voice explained. "The ends of your hair tickle my neck so much. Don't you think we'll all feel better in this position?"

So the bastard's slightly laughable explanation was actually making fun of him being short? !

"Fuck you, feel better!" Zhongye's arrogance was far more than 1.6 meters when it came to the principled issue of height, "I just want to say that you, a broken rock, have been placed on me!"

"Oh, then let me hold it for you first."

Then Dazai moved neatly, and directly took off the turquoise pendant hanging around his neck, and put it in the pocket of Nakaya's coat.The whole process took less than three seconds, not even giving time to say no.

"Okay, you just stand obediently like this now, and I will try my best not to 'throw my arms' at you."

The voice above his head was still grinning.

Even if the situation is really not optimistic, Zhong also feels that the other party must be deliberately teasing him.

is not that right?Of course his conjecture was correct, and Dazai took great pleasure in it.

09:30 in the evening.

After half an hour of being huddled with fanatical fools, they were finally relieved.When Chuya got relief from Dazai's arms, he thought that he seemed to have forgotten a very important question.

But the situation in front of him is always changing too fast, and he can't allow him to think carefully about what it is...

"From now on, we can't act separately." Dazai straightened his messy clothes, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and flicked it with his fingers, "They will definitely check things that can prove our identity, old guy Morio It must have been prepared for you long ago."

Hey, hey, Mori Ogai is an old guy, but that's too straightforward, isn't it?

However, it felt good to have a guy who had the same thoughts and complaints as me. Chuya stroked his hair, put on his hat again, and gave Dazai a rare smile: "Ah, the old guy Mori Ogai prepared it for me a long time ago."

"Very good. From now on, my name is Shuji Tsushima. I am your ruler, and you are my subordinate. We will act as a couple yearning for the blood race's first embrace. Remember, don't show your feet."

"Uh……"

Chuya didn't even jump up to scold him and express his strong dissatisfaction to him. Dazai was a little surprised. He stared at Chuya with his head hanging suspiciously, and Chuya slowly fumbled for it from his trouser pocket. Take out an ordinary ID card with a photo of Nakahara Chuya on the face of the card, and the three Chinese characters "Su Heuro" written next to the name next to it.

"Pfft—" Forgive Dazai for his strange laugh, but he really couldn't help but laugh, "Mo-Kuroye? Or, Moguro-No?"

"Just laugh!" This time Lian Chuya himself felt that the pseudonym given to him by the logistics team was extremely ridiculous, "This super stupid name!"

"I'd rather vote for Kurono," Dazai slowly retracted his smile, and even said frankly while looking at Zhongya with some seriousness, "It won't make me laugh every time I call you."

Nakaya glared at Dazai who was seriously joking with him.

Dazai, on the other hand, smiled and stared back at Mr. Sue Kurono, who was stern and introverted.

"Don't look at me like that, Chuya," Dazai looked at Chuya's hands that had been wearing black gloves all year round, raised his chin to remind him, "Also, you can take off your gloves now."

After all, who would wear a pair of black gloves who wish to be isolated from the world when they are at their own disposal?

Seriously, the two of them should have considered holding hands and hugging shoulders just to add credit to their acting skills.

But Osamu Dazai didn't ask Nakahara Chuya so much this time, he knew that they couldn't play any further.

The ten fingers of human beings connect with the heart. For a pair of dominators and subordinates who are attracted to each other, holding hands means a deeper intercourse with each other than sexual behavior-those nerves that are too rich in the dermis of the fingertips are all At the end of the heart vein, by touching each other's hands, partners can easily follow the nerves to spy on the past and present, thoughts and thoughts of their own half of the body.

Not coincidentally, just now, both he and Zhongya knew in their hearts: To each other, they both belong to the category of "dominant/subordinate who are originally attracted to each other".

Ten p.m.

Thanks to Shuji Tsushima's honest lie, they got two tickets to Prague without any problems.

There are many cars on this night train, and each car has five boxes, but half of the people are selected, so they are not full at all.

Dazai and Nakaya sat in an unoccupied private room out of caution, and just as they put away their luggage, a woman with an exaggerated bracelet opened the door and sat in without any hesitation.

She has long dark brown hair and deep eyes, a high nose bridge, beautiful lips, and a graceful figure outlined by shirts and jeans. She is about their age, a beautiful Central European woman, and of course, a subordinate.

After entering the door, she looked at Dazai, then at Nakaya, and then her gaze was on Nakaya without moving away, she raised her neck and smiled gracefully at him.

It just so happens that Zhongyuan Zhong also loves three things in this world: fine wine, food, and beautiful women.

After coming and going, Chuya voluntarily gave up the unheated seat under his buttocks, and sat next to Dazai.

"Thank you," she asked them, sitting down, in Romanian. "Are you a couple?"

Dazai smiled, "Yes."

Zhong also pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes slightly lowered to look at his clasped hands.His silence is partly due to the language barrier (he can only speak English, French and German besides his mother tongue), and partly because he has not yet adapted to the feeling of direct contact with the air on the skin of his hands after taking off his gloves... Maybe it really is He's been walking around with it for so long, the black gloves that fit every finger are like a second skin to him.

"God, you can actually speak my mother tongue!" Dazai's fluent answer obviously surprised the other party, and the conversation in the box became more and more, "Where are you from?"

"Yokohama, a port city in Japan."

"Oh, Oriental." She opened the cigarette case and was about to take out a cigarette, but she gave up when she realized that smoking in the carriage seemed unfriendly to her fellow travelers, "I heard that there are still a lot of human beings there, and the blood race's territory is not Is it a lot?"

"Well..." Dazai paused, "The northern part of our country (he meant the north of the Tsugaru Strait) has become the blood clan's territory."

"If you say that, I don't know whether to say congratulations or condolences." She grinned, and she could see that there was no malice. "So you came all the way to Prague because of that?"

"The Embrace?"

"Big." The woman nodded with a serious expression.

Dazai suddenly became playful, tapped his knuckles slowly on the small table, looked at the other party with squinted eyes and smiled and asked, "Domni?oara, what do you think we are going to do?"

"You don't worship like that group of people. You say you are partners, but..." She was not sure, she glanced at Nakaya, who was still unable to get in the words, and frowned, "I see this from the eyes of this gentleman." I really can’t feel his love for you.”

A woman's sixth sense is extremely accurate, and this saying is universal.

"He just doesn't understand your language, we can't communicate, but he is a warm gentleman. You see, he even gave you his seat."

"Oh, that's not what it means," the woman shook her head, pointed to her eyes with two fingers, and said, "His place is empty."

"And you," the woman calmly looked at Dazai's pair of obsidian stones, thoughtfully, as if she was using her Tarot cards to give the person in front of her a glimpse of his ill-fated fate, and then slowly opened her mouth after a long while, "It's like A prisoner wandering the world alone, your heart was broken once and it was not repaired."

As soon as the words fell, Zhong, who had been bowing his head in silence, seemed to be attracted by something in the woman's words.He raised his face to look at the other party, didn't speak, and didn't ask Dazai what she was talking about just now, just looked at her quietly.However, the woman found that at that moment, it was like a circuit that was finally connected in series, and a trace of electric current was weakly rushing through the soul in front of her.

"Whatever you're doing there, Noroc."

She smiled slightly, and she could only bless her in this way.

to be continued

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Description:

"Shuji Tsushima" is the real name of Osamu Dazai (historical one).

"Mo Kurino" is the name of a collection of poems co-authored by Nakahara Chuya (the one in history) and his friends.

TheEmbrace=TheEmbrace

Da=yes

Domni?oara=Miss

Noroc = good luck

The description of "a prisoner who walks through this world alone" is still taken from "You'reaprisoner walking through this world all alone" in the song "Desperado".

Finally, PS a short story, which should also be a memo for myself:

In this train, the plot of meeting and communicating with Romanian women is real, and the seat giving is also real.At that time, my partner and I sat down first, and there was an Austrian woman reading a book in the same box. After the Romanian woman came in, I gave up the seat by the window and sat next to my partner. She smiled at us. I was very impressed and very beautiful. .

This train has just arrived in the Czech Republic, and another Czech ticket inspector came in and explained to us in very bad English that when the train stops at a certain station, we must all get off and take the bus (whether it is to CK or to Prague), but we were not told that there was such a thing when we booked the ticket at the time, and we wanted to ask a few more questions. A few words like bus... a few sentences.

Then he turned around and explained it to the woman on the opposite side in Czech, but it was obvious that the other party's Czech language was not very good, and he didn't fully understand it... After finishing speaking, the ticket inspector left, leaving the three of us looking at each other.My partner and I asked her in English, but she said that she didn't understand English very well, and she didn't figure out what was going on.

So we were anxious for the first time... because we didn't know which stop we had to go to take the bus, why we were suddenly asked to take the bus, and where did the bus go, and whether we could get to Prague before five o'clock... these questions No one could answer us—this train arrived in the Czech Republic, and almost all the staff were Czechs who only spoke Czech, and their English was not very good, and even if they could speak it, the accent was too strong. (I also realized this in the Czech Republic later...)

The Romanian woman suddenly went out and came back after a while.

Then she turned on the translation software on her mobile phone, spread out the train schedule, and explained the situation to us while translating.

We also turned on the translation software on our mobile phone and struggled to translate our thoughts and questions into Romanian to communicate with her.

She is really a very enthusiastic and polite person. She always smiles at us. Even though she is not good at English, she tries to explain to us so that we don’t miss the bus and train. Finally, she met and handed over to the host in Prague in time. key.

During that long journey from Obertraun to Prague, I was very fortunate and grateful to meet this unknown Romanian woman——Youarebeautiful, Domni?oara.