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Most of the members of the Hong Kong gang believe that Atsushi Nakajima is the popular man in front of the leader.

Although the leader has never praised Atsushi Nakajima, Atsushi Nakajima himself has not shown the ability to match his identity.

For more than three years, Atsushi Nakajima has only stumbled and stumbled to complete the tasks assigned by the leader. When facing the enemy, he always thinks of running away first, and when there is a chance to kill him, he always subconsciously softens his hands first, even if he himself does not want to. There will be countless reflections and self-blame afterwards.

He is such a child who is still confused about life, with indelible kindness and cowardice engraved in his nature.

Atsushi Nakajima is not an idiot. Even though he is still young, he can still understand the hidden gazes of people around him. There is jealousy and contempt in it.

He is so eager to prove himself to others.

Teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen usually have excessive self-awareness, believe that there is no one more important than themselves in the world, and believe that all the judgments they make must be correct and objective. If they are looked at with contempt by others, they will get angry fly into a rage.

Atsushi Nakajima is an extreme example. He lacks a sense of self-identity extremely. He always falls into self-doubt because of all kinds of trivial things. He has a strong need to be recognized by others. If he is scorned by others, he will only hide in a corner in pain Weep softly.

All thanks to the director of the orphanage.

No matter how much Atsushi Nakajima loathed himself now, he hated Mr. Dean doubly.

When he stepped into the gate of the orphanage, Atsushi Nakajima was so nervous that his hands shook.He knew that he had no way out, his subordinates had already surrounded the orphanage, the telephone lines that could be used to ask for help were completely cut off, and all the vehicles that could be used to escape were also destroyed.

The dean is just an ordinary person, who has no ability and does not understand it.He will definitely be able to successfully end that nightmare that has lasted for countless years today.

Atsushi Nakajima walked forward silently. He found that after his mood changed, he felt completely different when he saw familiar things.

The limestone walls that seemed to be towering like mountains when I was young, now look old and small, as if they could be pushed down.

The wells that took a lot of effort to fetch water when I was young are now dry, like bones that have completely lost their lives, just waiting to be buried by sand and completely forgotten by time.

This place is so small and weak, how was it able to keep that [Moonbeast] firmly locked in the first place?

The deeper he went into the orphanage, the more frightened Atsushi Nakajima felt.Even though he knew rationally that the dean was not worth his fear at all, the invincible and desperate belief from childhood still firmly grasped him.

He saw more familiar scenes, as if the old scars in his body were torn apart forcefully, and all the things he desperately wanted to forget rushed out, bloody spread out in front of his eyes.

He walked down an alley and remembered being beaten until his teeth fell out here.

He passed by the food warehouse, remembering that he had sneaked in hungry, and then dared not come out because of fear of punishment.

He passed the punishment room, and saw that the door was open for some reason, and there were small things embedded on the mottled wall, which were nails that he had accidentally peeled off due to fierce struggle.

The child in my memory kept crying.God, what the hell do I have to do to make him stop crying?

Please, whatever you want to do is fine.

Atsushi Nakajima stared at the red eyes, and walked to the door of the dean's room step by step.

It went smoothly all the way, without encountering any obstacles at all.Was it because other people noticed that the phone line was cut and were distracted?That's good, he can complete his revenge without being disturbed.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Strange, why can I hear the barking of a little milk dog?Are dogs here suddenly?But if it's just a dog, it's nothing to worry about.

He kicked open the door of the dean's room.

But the demon he had hoped day and night to see and kill was not there.

The office was empty, with only a white wooden box on the desk and a pendulum clock ticking on the wall.

"Are you looking for me? No. 78." Accompanied by footsteps from far to near, a nightmarish voice appeared behind him.

For some reason, the dean who left for a short time came back.

Atsushi Nakajima turned around in horror, and before his waist hit the corner of the table, he didn't have time to feel the pain. He just instinctively tightened his whole body and made a defensive posture: "Don't call me No. 78!"

He tried to steady his voice, trying to sound tough.

do not be afraid.he told himself.Today is the day to end everything, so don't be afraid.

The dean looked older than three years ago, but he was still hale and hearty, his eyes were as sharp as ice, and his clothes were a little damaged, as if he had fought some animals. One or two hairs were straight up, as if they had just woken up and hadn't combed their hair yet.

But this is obviously impossible. For the dean who abides by the rules, going to bed late is more impossible than being beaten.

This idea gave Atsushi Nakajima a little courage for the time being.Although it is impossible for the devil to be beaten, just thinking about it makes him feel ridiculous and comfortable.

He told himself to take the initiative, to speak before the devil spoke: "Why do you... look so embarrassed?"

That's a bad word!There is no momentum at all, and it sounds inexplicably weak.He punched himself hard in the heart.

But the dean just showed a clear expression, and stretched out his hands to straighten his clothes and hair: "There was an unexpected incident just now... Even so, on such an important day, I failed to be a perfect principal, and I even missed it." Sorry to welcome you."

Feel sorry?Is the devil apologizing to me?What a joke!And, what do you mean by that, did you know I was coming early in the morning?Early in the morning... there was an ambush!

Atsushi Nakajima felt the blue veins on his forehead twitch wildly, and the blood in his body rushed rapidly.

The dean walked into the office with strong steps, the door closed automatically behind him, the door lock clicked lightly, and the room suddenly became a secret room.

Meanwhile, the second siren of the day rang through the orphanage.

-

"Why did you lose your subordinates in the orphanage?" Oda Sakunosuke asked.

"Ah..." Osamu Dazai twisted his shoulders uncomfortably, "Actually, my subordinate was originally a child from an orphanage, named Atsushi Nakajima, and the dean called him No. 78."

No. 78?Oda Sakunosuke stared slightly.Immediately, he thought of the two children he had adopted. Leslie and Coney had strings of numbers around their necks.

Is there a connection thing?

It shouldn't be, the number on the neck of the child in the family is five digits, and 78 is two digits.

Dazai Osamu noticed the slight change in Odasaku's expression, and secretly praised himself in his heart.

He didn't want to take the initiative to admit that he originally planned to let Dun Jun go back to the orphanage to kill the dean, so he wanted to divert Odasaku's attention.He remembered that when he came into contact with Odasaku's child Leslie before, he saw that the child had a very special number on his neck, so he deliberately proposed the number of Atsushi Nakajima here, which is really a plan!

Sure enough, the focus of Odasaku's attention was on the dean: "Does the dean give each child a number?"

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Yes, the dean also uses the siren to regulate the lives of the children, and forbids the children to touch the clock. If anyone violates the rules he set, he will beat them severely and drive them away .”

"What's the reason?" Oda Sakunosuke asked along the way.

"Because of love, I guess?" Osamu Dazai stuck out his tongue playfully, he would never show this liveliness in front of other people. "Isn't there a saying that says, 'Hitting is kissing, scolding is love.' Maybe it's like that, and the dean believed it."

Oda Sakunosuke sighed: "That's really bad."

"Indeed, no matter whether it is the dean or the children under the dean's education, it's all bad." Osamu Dazai waved his hands lively, "What the dean thinks is love is actually a poison that breeds hatred , the headmaster personally fed the children. This is a misunderstanding between people, and tragedies are often brewed because of this.”

"This is the opinion of others." Oda Sakunosuke said, "What do you think?"

"Me?" Subtle mood swings slipped through Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes, he slightly restrained his lively posture, and instantly calmed down. "I think... that's not a misunderstanding. The relationship between people is like a gossamer, which is always broken at the touch of a finger. What humans are best at is to let each other down, hurt each other, and miss each other."

He stared at the gate of the orphanage, the breeze blew his messy black hair, and the tail of the hair gently brushed the white bandage on his slender neck.

Oda Sakunosuke knew that Dazai still had something to say, so he waited patiently.His eyes lightly fell on Dazai's neck, thinking secretly whether he should find another reason to undo the obtrusive bandage on Dazai's neck.

After a moment of silence, Osamu Dazai said in a low voice: "If you want to talk about tragedy, I think the existence of human beings is a tragedy. After a lively performance, there is only a poor wretch who regrets nothing left on the stage, and he and the wretched wretch. The corpses of unlucky ghosts who failed, hurt each other, and missed each other. At this time, the corpses may still be warm, but the tears of the poor wretch will only be hotter than the corpses."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded slowly: "You are talking about the matter between your subordinate and the director of this orphanage, it is indeed a tragedy that the director gave wrong education and raised a vengeful ghost. This is your opinion on other people's affairs, what about me? What is your opinion on the affairs between you and me?"

Dazai Osamu turned his head to look at Oda Saku, and Oda Sakunosuke calmly looked back at Dazai.

This kind of staring has nothing to do with words like romance. Oda Sakunosuke's eyes are dull and empty, like inorganic objects, while Dazai Osamu's eyes are as deep as a swamp, and any life that falls into those eyes will soon Festering and deteriorating, exuding a rancid smell.

Even just looking at each other, there is no sense of peace in it.

"Roar--!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Strange movements came from the orphanage.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, stepped forward and pushed open the door of the orphanage.

The members of the Hong Kong gangsters who were in charge of blocking the scene were unmoved, and they all tacitly forgot the martial law order issued by Atsushi Nakajima.Just kidding, of course they can recognize that the leader is coming.At this time, just shut up and eat melons, and it's over. Who would jump out without winking to find a sense of existence?

Oda Sakunosuke followed Dazai Osamu into the orphanage.

He thought quietly in his heart: Ah, Dazai didn't answer me.

If there is no answer, it is not a tragedy, is it?

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