[Comprehensive] Central Plains

Kunikida Doppo burst out, "Why do you order this super spicy one!"

Osamu Dazai's voice became a little hoarse, and he hissed, "The curry tastes better if it's spicier."

Under Dazai Osamu's relentless encouragement, Nakahara Chuya and Kunikida Doppo both bite the bullet and ate a few more bites. The difference is that Kunikida Doppo trusts Dazai Osamu so much that he really insisted on eating all the curry and rice. Nakahara Zhongye put down his spoon after eating half a minute, and looked at the scenery outside the window to relieve the spicy taste in his mouth.

"It's over!" Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together and said happily, "Ranbo, you come to live with me, I'll drink tonight."

Zhong Yuanzhong is also very sensitive to drinking, "Is there any good wine?"

He smiled and said, "My salary is not much, and I don't have the spare money to buy wine. If you don't mind, let's drink simple raw wine today."

Nakahara also let out a "tss", but Osamu Dazai pretended not to hear it.

Kunikida Doppo hurriedly grabbed Dazai Osamu, "That's a girl, how can you find someone to drink at night?"

Osamu Dazai was surprised and said, "Do you think I'd be interested in that kind of little girl with no breasts and no butt? Kunikida, you're overthinking it."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth and couldn't be angry, this guy was deliberately angry at him.

Isn't it just that I haven't finished the curry rice!

He pulled the ribbon on his neck that made him uncomfortable. In order to match this black and white plaid skirt, Osamu Dazai specially asked him to tie a ribbon to cover up the slight protrusion on his neck. After all, he was far from the age of Adam's apple Not far away.

Seeing the pure relationship between Dazai Osamu and "Miss Rimbaud", Kunikida Doppo gave up his advice, "Don't be late the next day."

Osamu Dazai responded to his trust: "Hi! I promise not to delay work."

Zhong Yuanzhong also drank a cup of cold tea, his brows drooped, and the burning hotness in his throat dissipated, leaving behind a faint lingering fragrance.

Dazai, it seems you forgot one more thing.

He was drunk, and usually it was other people, not himself.

In the evening, Osamu Dazai bought a lot of raw wine and canned crab meat, and happily shared with him.The two went to the residence of Dazai Osamu. The place where Dazai Osamu lived was the staff room of the Armed Detective Agency. It was full of Japanese style, and the place to sleep was the simplest tatami mat.

He piled things up on the table, and Zhong Yuanzhong sat cross-legged on the ground, letting the hem of the skirt be messy, exposing part of his thighs.

"Bring a cup."

He commanded Osamu Dazai who was especially obedient at night.

Nakahara Chuya didn't like canned crab meat, nor did he hate it, but when he saw Osamu Dazai stuffing his mouth full of crab meat, he couldn't help but pause, "You like crab meat so much, why don't you buy fresh crab meat?" , it should be available in June."

"You don't understand, Chuya." Osamu Dazai ate extremely fast, "The crabs in June are not fat enough, and the crabs before winter are delicious."

"The most important point—" He corrected his attitude, his face was serious, and even Zhong Yuanzhong straightened his spine.

Osamu Dazai said sadly, "It's too expensive."

Zhong Yuan put his hand on his forehead, not wanting to talk to this person who is often possessed by poor spirits, so he opened the glass and poured himself the wine wholeheartedly.

The transparent wine flows into the glass, exuding a rich aroma.

The original wine is a high-alcohol wine that has just been brewed, and its alcohol content is higher than the red wine that Zhongyuan Zhong also likes. Osamu Dazai gloated, "Have you drunk it yet?"

The aggressive method will always be very effective in the Central Plains.

Knowing that he can't drink enough, Zhongyuan Zhongye is still stubborn, "I love wine more than you."

This made Osamu Dazai feel that there is no difference between Chuya ten years ago and ten years later, and it is just as easy to fall into the trap.

Osamu Dazai thought of his virtue of liking to smoke later, and said, "Don't smoke in the future." Nakahara also drank the contents of his cup in one gulp, squinting at Osamu Dazai with his piercing eyes, "What do you care about so much? There are always several entertainments in the party."

Osamu Dazai picked up his wine glass and said distressedly: "You let me smoke a lot of second-hand smoke."

Zhong Yuanzhong also choked on the drink in his throat and coughed violently.

"Cough cough!"

Osamu Dazai patted him on the back a few times, and his spine inadvertently went numb, which can be described as the tenderness of a devil.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked up at the other party.

In the room, Osamu Dazai, who had taken off his windbreaker, stood on one knee and sat on the floor, but the clothes inside were somewhat similar to the style he was used to wearing.

"Dazai—"

Zhong Yuanzhong also called the other party's name, with a choked nasal sound.

"Huh?" Dazai Osamu's eyes were not as wide open as in the daytime, and his posture was lazy, letting go of those meaningless disguises.

His eyes were half down, he stared at Zhongya, and then looked at another person through Zhongya, the shadow of the night cast a hazy color on his brows.Such a dangerous look happened to be the one Zhongyuan Zhongye was most familiar with. Zhongyuan Zhongye drank a second glass of wine and said loudly, "Come drink with me! Eating crab meat is nothing!"

He took Dazai's glass and filled it with wine, Nakahara also stuffed him into Dazai's mouth, "Give me a drink!"

At this moment, he is full of pride!

Osamu Dazai quickly said: "Don't drink alcohol, I, I can drink!"

Temporarily silence the back.

Because he saw Ms. Nakahara Chuya sitting down on the low table, picking up the bottle and pouring wine into his mouth, "Gulu Gulu——" Osamu Dazai felt that he was about to drown in the wine, "My dream—— —Yes—" Another few sips of spirits were poured in, and the smell of alcohol was soaring.

"And the beautiful woman - died in love - not by you - force to death -"

The 12-year-old Nakahara is not as steady as he will be in the future, and his body that pours down a glass makes him go crazy with alcohol, "Hahaha, Dazai, you are like a flopping fish now, no—it's still a blue and white crab that smells like a crab." fish!"

Zhong Yuan also grabbed his collar, "Dazai, give me your phone, I want to take some photos for you!"

Although Osamu Dazai was forced to drink a lot of alcohol, his mind was clear, "No."

"Ah, it doesn't matter if you want it or not." Zhongya Zhongyuan has always been a bit domineering, and he reached into his pockets to get things. Keys, ID cards, and wallets were all scattered on the ground, and there was a certificate from an armed detective agency. I also don't care about those who pick up the phone and open it, but get confused, "Do you still need a password?"

Osamu Dazai got rid of his entanglement, "In what age, the phone must be protected by a password."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the phone screen, which required a six-digit password.

His mind was rational for a while, dizzy for a while, and the patterns on the phone could not be seen clearly, "Password—what password will you use?"

Osamu Dazai leaned over, "Guess, will it be my birthday?"

Zhong Yuan also muttered to himself: "Birthday? Your birthday is June 19, No. [-]. What year is it? You are more than a month younger than me."

Enter the year, month, and day, which is incorrect.

Central Plains also uses a small amount of brain power to think about numbers, which six numbers?

"Based on your slug's IQ, it's strange to guess." Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his lips, and his face was flushed with drunkenness. Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't stand the stimulation the most. He gritted his teeth and stood on it without even thinking about it. Enter a row of numbers: "040618", the password lock is opened!

Osamu Dazai's alcohol disappeared, and he suddenly looked down at the phone screen, "How do you know?"

This doesn't match Zhongye's IQ!

Nakahara also hiccupped, and said lazily, "Didn't you find a lot of sleeping pills from Dr. Mori some time ago?" While drunk, he completely confused the two Dazai Osamu, and regarded each other as his familiar That person, "You swallowed a lot of sleeping pills Calmotin, prepared to happily commit suicide the day before your birthday, and wanted to die on your birthday, but Dr. Sen came back that night and directly opened your stomach and lavaged you."

The experience of suicide failure for the first time must be deeply impressive.

Zhong Yuanzhong also disdainfully said: "Do you think I will forget you for a while when you did such a stupid thing?"

Things that are far away for others are too close for Chuya Nakahara, and there is no way to forget them.

The best six-digit number is "time".

The number that can make Osamu Dazai feel special enough to be used as a password must be a day worth mentioning in his life-for example, he attempted suicide, and then he had no gifts on his birthday and was locked up in the torture room for "playing" one day.

"Besides—" Zhong Yuan slapped the table and laughed, "You said 'birthday' specifically, which is enough to show that 'birthday' is the closest!"

Osamu Dazai knew Chuya Nakahara, and Chuya Nakahara knew him as well!

Osamu Dazai was stunned, and understood some puzzles: "No wonder—before that matter, he sent you away first."

Three years ago, Mori Ogai plotted his friend Oda Sakunosuke to death, and took the opportunity to let him "voluntarily" leave the port mafia, eradicating the possibility of him killing Mori Ogai.

There are many inside stories in this, involving a thing called "Permit to Open with Ability".

With this license, the state agencies would turn a blind eye to the illegal activities of the port mafia, and there would be no reason to directly intervene.

Nakahara Chuya and him are both mafia cadres, and they should have become the "pawns" of Mori Ogai's game, but Nakahara Chuya was arranged by Mori Ogai to go abroad to deal with things, and he didn't come back until half a year later. From the beginning to the end Did not participate in the confrontation between the Port Mafia and the Special Agents and Mimic.Osamu Dazai thought to himself that Mori Ogai might have seen Chuya Nakahara's character clearly, thinking that his terrible intuition and judgment would ruin things, so he simply asked Chuya to come back after the fact.

"If it was you—" Osamu Dazai's words were vague, with a mixture of laughter and laughter on his face, "You will probably replace Oda Saku, kill that damn Mimic leader Gide, maintain the safety of the port mafia, and then send Boss is vomiting blood with anger."

Gide, the leader of Mimic, has the ability to predict the danger in the next few seconds. If he and Chuya joined forces at that time, the probability of killing Gide is very high.

Absolute strength can break the "precognition"!

Gravity control, filthy erosion, and nullification abilities all add up to change one's destiny.

Osamu Dazai suppressed the drunken Chuya, and clasped his shoulders tightly, "Chuya, you stayed in the port mafia that year, don't leave!" The man said, "Where I want to go, it's not up to you to control! Get out of the way."

Osamu Dazai blew into his ear and let Chuya loose, "If you stay, I will stay too."

"Chuya, I will leave in that year, can you stop me?"

"Try it!" Zhongya Nakahara bit his chin hard, making Osamu Dazai gasp, "Don't be a cowardly escaper, if you dare to run, I will tell you your address Your admirer, let those women come to you every day to die in love!"

Osamu Dazai thought about it for a few seconds, and came up with the answer: "This kind of thing—forget it."

It's scary to be entangled with those women!

After about an hour of drinking madness, the furnishings in Dazai Osamu's house basically shifted, and five or six bottles of original wine fell unsteadily on the ground and on the table.The culprit, Nakahara Chu, was lying on the tatami in a large font, occupying the only place where Osamu Dazai slept, and the high-end dresses on his body became no different from pickles.

After Osamu Dazai settled him down, he wiped off his hot sweat. It was not easy to deal with the state of drunken madness.He sat down next to Miss Zhongya Zhongya, seeing that Zhongye was sleeping very soundly. He stretched out his thief hand, pinched the corner of the black and white plaid skirt, and lifted it lightly, revealing his white and tender thighs, and also took the skirt off. The most intriguing areas are exposed.

Dazai Osamu looked disappointed, and murmured, "I thought it would be leopard-print underwear."

It turned out to be white.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sleeping, also sneezed, with the weight of an extra layer of bedding on his body.

Someone seemed to be whispering, "Good night, Chuya."

The lights at night were turned off, and the room was quiet, with the aroma of wine lingering in the nostrils, comforting the sleeping Chuya Zhongyuan.

The author has something to say:

Circle: Good night, little angel Zhongye~

[Ranbo] The stalk of this name comes from the three-dimensional Zhongyuan Chuya.

Baidu Encyclopedia: Nakahara Chuya, the most dazzling Japanese star poet in the Showa poetry circle, is loved by young people and is known as the "Rimbaud of Japan".