[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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—————I unfortunately understand: Sometimes only lies can tell the truth

Nakahara also didn't know how the leader understood Akutagawa's article. When he met the leader, he had already drafted a long speech on how to explain Akutagawa, but he didn't use a word. The leader just asked him to continue to pay attention to Akutagawa's behavior and Does not require much intervention without violating organizational guidelines.

Chuya Nakahara: "...Boss, about Akutagawa's suicide..."

Mori Ogai: "I believe Chuya-kun can teach Akutagawa-kun well, after all, he is your new subordinate now."

Nakahara also knows that the leader's subtext is to take advantage of Akutagawa's amnesia state to erase all the influence of that mackerel, but he can beat up Akutagawa who has nothing to do with suicide, but he can't face Akutagawa who has done the same thing!

But when he went back today, the living room was empty and there was no one there. He ran into the bedroom and saw a pen on the desk lying beside the ink bottle, and there were crumpled up hills of waste manuscripts piled up in the trash can. A dozen butts of cigarettes that have been burned.

The cold indoor walls reflected harsh light, and the young man who was supposed to be sitting at the desk disappeared again.

Nakahara Zhong also silently took out his mobile phone and called up the location. The location was displayed in the backyard. He walked quickly to the door of the backyard and opened the door. There was a light gray faintly visible in the gap between the overlapping forests. It was the kimono worn by Akutagawa today. When waiting in the same direction, he only saw the silhouette of the young man submerged in the water. He was so frightened that he immediately activated his ability and rushed over to shout: "Jave River!"

The young man submerged in the water straightened up slowly, and looked blankly at the angry orange-haired man rushing towards him like a cannonball.

"Mr. Nakahara, good afternoon."

The young man stood slightly sideways, revealing the fishing rod in his hand.

Chuya Nakahara, who suddenly stopped by the water, stared at the fishing rod held by Akutagawa Ryunosuke with a twitching corner of his mouth: "What are you doing?"

"Fishing." Akutagawa replied very calmly, and the snow-stained hair on the side of his ear was gently raised along with his movements, "Mr. Nakahara, are you coming?"

"No..." Nakahara Chuya's forehead popped a cross, "Fishing is fishing, what are you doing in the water!"

"It seemed like a big fish just now, but I couldn't pull it out. Later, I found that the hook and aquatic plants were entangled." Akutagawa Ryunosuke moved towards the shore with the fishing rod, and the hem of the kimono was soaked in water and stuck tightly to his lap. At the calf, he walked in front of Zhongya Zhongya, nodded slightly, "I'm sorry for letting the fish escape, and I didn't catch a single one."

The rays of the setting sun shone on the surface of the lake profusely, with slight ripples that shone like fine gold powder. Akutagawa stared blankly at the orange sun that had already reached the end of the treetops. This picture was like an oil painting. The scene that suddenly emerged overlapped inexplicably with the scene at this moment.

It seems that once...he seemed to be fishing with Hiroshi...also under the sunset...

"Aren't you staying in the bedroom reading and writing, what are you doing fishing! And change your clothes and take a shower!"

The roar in his ear brought back Akutagawa's thoughts, and the young man felt a burst of icy chill along the wet clothes, penetrated into the crevices of the skin, sneaked into the blood and spread all the way up.He stretched out his hand to tighten the belt of the kimono, and blinked slowly.

"No, take a shower or something..." The young man replied blankly, the wet clothes stuck to his skin and being blown by the wind made him shiver involuntarily, "It's too troublesome."

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In the end, Nakahara, who was so angry that his veins were throbbing, took Akutagawa Ryunosuke into the bathroom and ordered the other party to wash for more than 15 minutes before he could come out.

Changing into a dark blue kimono with bamboo patterns on the hem, the young man pursed his lips and walked out expressionlessly, kneeling on the tatami, and slowly poured himself a cup of tea.

Throwing his suit jacket on the back of the chair, Nakahara Nakahara, who was also sitting on the tatami, rubbed his temples. He watched the young man sitting on the right pick up his teacup and drink tea, and the room fell into silence again for a moment. silence.

Remembering the leader's repeated hints, Nakahara stared closely at Akutagawa's silent face, and tentatively said, "Akutagawa...you still remember..."

"what?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke put down the teacup that was billowing with white mist, turned his face sideways to meet Nakahara Nakaya's eyes.

"...The last time at the detective agency, do you still have an impression of the man in the windbreaker?"

Nakahara looked closely into Akutagawa's eyes, not letting go of any slight emotional change.

"If it refers to the man who used to hold the lower arm..." Akutagawa Ryunosuke recalled what the man with the almost identical face in the memory fragments had done to his other self, and his tone involuntarily turned cold, "The lower is not not very familiar with."

Unlike lying, Nakahara also saw obvious rejection in the eyes of the young man. Although he let the mackerel know about Akutagawa's amnesia state, that guy would definitely not let it go. In this case, it is better to get the vaccination early so that Akutagawa himself will be less likely to get along with him. Mackerel contacts.

"That guy's name is Osamu Dazai, he's a bastard who likes to die with women." Nakahara also thought of Osamu Dazai's previous behavior, and an inexplicable anger surged up, and his tone was also full of anger, "From now on, Akutagawa will try to be as little as possible with that If you come into contact with the guy, that mackerel is full of ghost ideas and he can't believe a word, so don't be fooled."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke silently listened to a bunch of complaints from the orange-haired man who became more and more angry as he talked, silently poured a cup of tea and handed it over, watching the other party drink it all in one gulp to calm his anger.Rubbing his teacup with his fingers, he seemed to repeat the name in a low voice with some hesitation.

"Dazai... rule?"

There was a slight pain in his head without warning, and the scene in front of him was inexplicably blurred and distorted like an abstract painting. There seemed to be a touch of bright red rushing towards him in the gloomy gray-yellow tones...

"What's wrong, Akutagawa?"

The young man murmured involuntarily: "The red ones..."

"Red?" Nakahara Nakahara looked suspiciously at Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who obviously started to lose his mind for some reason just now, and he heard the young man's murmured words clearly with his excellent hearing.

"It's not the red one, it's the guy in that sand-colored trench coat who looks like a human being but is actually full of shit."

The rough texture of the cup made of clay came from his fingers, Akutagawa Ryunosuke closed his eyes, the blurred vision just now didn't seem to be a hallucination... He lowered his eyes and responded with a low voice.

"I...understand."

Hidden in the gap between time and space that ordinary people cannot reach, a huge library stands quietly. Among the rows of tall bookshelves, the woman wearing glasses looks at the rushing man wearing a red cloak. The man sighed silently.

The other party hurriedly rushed to the front before standing still, the woman pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and said calmly, "Mr. Dazai, this is the third time you have come here today."

"Uuuuuuuuuuu Akutagawa-sensei is already in hell if he's not around for a day, and he's hell within hell if he's not here for so many days, uhhhh!":

"We have already sent someone to look for it, and we have borrowed a converter from the government next door. Don't worry, Mr. Akutagawa, we will definitely find it."

So please, can you stop coming three times a day... The woman looked at the crying red-haired man, she was calm on the surface but her heart was bleeding.After returning from the mission of Qianshu, three wounded, two lost, one weak, and one who was as big as Mr. Akutagawa was missing... She also wanted to cry...

God knows that at that moment she thought Akutagawa-sensei had finished writing, so scared that she almost had a heart failure!

"Wuuuu, Mr. Akutagawa is all my fault, to lose Mr. Akutagawa is an unforgivable crime. I really don't deserve to be a human, ahhh!"

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-01-3121:42:12~2020-02-0214:50:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Xiaobu orange; 1 bottle of waiting;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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