save the judge

There is a circle of old colored soft lights embedded in the signboard of Lupin Bar, which shrouded a halo of halo in the slightly cloudy night of Yokohama. Osamu Dazai walked out with one hand in his pocket and his head lowered. A small floating aperture appeared.

It just rained in Yokohama in the afternoon, and it didn’t stop until nightfall. The bumpy ground is full of small puddles. The gentle and handsome young people are like children with a childlike innocence. Those puddles splashed a lot of my trouser legs, and I still tried to step on two puddles with one foot.

A commotion suddenly approached, and then stopped abruptly not far from Dazai.

Osamu Dazai still kept his funny posture with his hands in his pockets, one foot in the air and the other stepping in the puddle, but no one who saw him dared to laugh out loud.

To be exact, everyone subconsciously held their breath the moment they saw Osamu Dazai.

The faint fear and trembling made everyone involuntarily tense the muscles on their backs.

Except for the leader standing in front of them.

The small young man in a large black windbreaker pressed his hat with one hand and stared at Dazai Osamu, with a disgusted expression of biting a bedbug while eating: "Mackerel, what are you doing?"

As soon as Osamu Dazai heard this voice, his whole body trembled, and he deliberately made a cold expression, and shook his arms exaggeratedly, as if to show the layers of goosebumps on his hands: "Wow, slug I can talk!"

He widened the arc of his smile quite maliciously, and this expression appeared on his pretty face, as if out of thin air brought out a bit of lingering malice in his bones: "It's too bad, the dog's memory is really not very good , He even dared to speak in such a tone to his master."

As expected, Zhongyuan Zhong was so angry that his forehead exploded with blue veins: "Huh?! Who do you call a dog?!"

The moment Dazai Osamu opened his mouth, the subordinates behind Nakahara Chuya put their hands into their pockets and held the weapons inside.

Facing the former mental trainer of the port gangster/hand/party, one of the "double blacks", the youngest and most feared cadre of the gangster/hand/party, even the subordinates who have heard of his deeds, will be ashamed of their superiors. Terrible and frightening.

Not to mention, the current Osamu Dazai has defected from the port gang/hand/party, that is to say, they are in a state of hostility with Osamu Dazai.

——This is really a matter of despair just thinking about it.

But fortunately, they also have a top ten good boss, Zhongya Zhongya, a Hong Kong and black cadre who can help grandma cross the road.

The orange-haired young man was aware of the vigilance of his subordinates, and waved at them: "You go in first, let's drink today, and keep my account."

A group of black suits looked at each other for a while, obeyed their boss obediently, walked around the two of them and walked into the bar.

The narrow alley regained that unique silence.

A cluster of tiny flames suddenly lit up with a click, trembling and swaying in the dark alley. Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head to protect the flame with one hand, and leaned closer to the cigarette in his mouth. Soon, the thin blue The smoke slowly drifted up.

"Why are you here alone? Where are your good friends?"

Chuya asked in a hoarse voice, without any sarcasm in his tone, as if he was just calmly saying a long time no see to an old acquaintance, the emotion in the words was so light that it was more tasteless than plain water.

This is the first time they have talked about things related to it so peacefully after the defection full of gunpowder, death and blood.

Listening to his words, Osamu Dazai paused for two seconds, and his 1.8-meter-long figure slumped limply, like a boneless slug, insisting on sticking sticky to Nakaya's shoulder, the same as they were a few years ago "Double Black" is no different.

Zhong also shook his shoulders irritably, trying to shake off the heavy corpse: "Shen is dead, can you stand still, mackerel!"

The other party choked and grinned muffledly, pretending to be a little girl's voice and complaining: "You are so ruthless, Zhong Ye! How could you treat me so much? Our friendship for several years has been abandoned!"

Osamu Dazai played with great interest, but Chuya only felt tired.

This kind of intimacy has appeared too many times in the past, like viscous and transparent syrup, imprisoning his breathing and heartbeat in the crystal, he couldn't get out, and was tortured by the pain of suffocation day and night without peace.

And the instigator who made him uneasy was just always holding a near-precise scale, as if he had seen through all of Zhongya's emotions and thoughts, and stepped firmly on that line, neither moving forward nor retreating, using that kind of mysterious Smiling, watching Zhong also struggling in the crystal.

Is it fun?

It's interesting.

An evil spirit who is good at manipulating people's hearts, and keen to pursue the pleasure of death. Chuya is sure that at least half of the school-age girls in Yokohama have been held hands affectionately by Osamu Dazai, and asked whether they are willing to die for love together, but in the end, he still Survived like a puddle of mud.

——Then vented his undying resentment on Chuuya.

The orange-haired, blue-eyed youth remembered the aggrievedness that Dazai had pressed on his head before, took a deep breath, turned his head and spit all the smoke on the face of Dazai who was close at hand.

The sudden thick smoke made Osamu Dazai hastily dodge from Nakaya's shoulder, coughing again and again: "Ah, Nakaya is so rude, it was obviously not like this before!"

Zhong Ye squeezed a cigarette, squeezed a sneer from between his teeth: "Then go find the old me."

As soon as these words came out, Nakaya, who spoke too quickly, and Osamu Dazai, who was still pretending to cough, were taken aback for a moment.

Zhong also subconsciously raised his head to look at him, the dark eyes of the other party were full of emotions, but Zhong also couldn't distinguish the specific content, he could only feel a sudden palpitation, like a mountain and river pouring down, crashing into his chest with a bang .

——He felt the suffocating feeling of struggling in the amber viscous crystals again.

Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, a bit of deliberate cunning appeared on Junxiu's face, he approached Zhongya with ease, and put on his usual flirting posture: "Has Zhongya been jealous of himself?"

He tried to put his head on Nakaya's body again, one hand was lazily about to rest on Nakaya's shoulder, the tense Hong Kong black cadre raised his hand and was about to knock off Dazai Osamu's hand, but Dazai grabbed his wrist: " Tsk tsk tsk, you are still such a violent little dwarf, always using your hands and not thinking, is this why you are not tall?"

Dazai, who was always sloppy, punctured Chuya's lungs again.

This time, before Zhong Ye roared, his warm breath brushed the side of his face, Dazai fished up that wrist, and touched the smoke that was still caught between his fingers.

The petite and slender Hong Kong black physique master is accustomed to wearing a pair of black gloves. This is the key to unlocking the strongest supernatural power of filth. After Osamu Dazai left Hong Kong, he lost the lock that can put the beast back in the cage. These gloves were never taken off in front of people again.

Osamu Dazai nimbly snatched the cigarette from Nakaya's hand, stuffed it into his mouth and took a puff: "Did Mr. Mori deduct your salary?"

Nakahara Chuya's ability to enjoy life is beyond the reach of ten Dazai Osamu. As one of the five cadres of Hong Kong gangsters, Chuya's garage has all the latest sports cars in the world. Unimaginable expensive famous wine, and such ordinary cigarettes, since he learned to smoke, it is impossible to appear in his home.

Chuya was indifferent to his provocation, even when his own cigarette was stuffed into the opponent's mouth, his expression remained unchanged.

This kind of thing has happened too many times in the past, too intimate and ambiguous, and there are faint temptations outside that line. Every time he wants to make it clear, he will always only get a perfunctory answer from the other party.

——"It's obviously a partner, why not, Chuya really hates me, right?"

——Obviously he is the one who harbors such feelings of dislike.

——"Chuya, what are you making yourself passionate about? I heard that good friends are like this. Ah, although Hezhong is also a good friend or something, it sounds a bit disgusting, but since Mr. Mori asked for it, I will try my best It's not impossible, if you don't work hard, you will be scolded..."

——It's always the answer.

An uncontrollable malice suddenly surged into his heart, Dazai lowered his eyes slightly, and put the cigarette in his mouth as if holding a lollipop. The flickering cigarette butt was forced into the opponent's mouth, and then he covered his mouth tightly to prevent him from spitting it out.

Osamu Dazai probably didn't expect Chuu to make such a sudden move, his kite-colored eyes widened for a moment, against his fair skin, he looked fragile and innocent.

Soon, hot sparks burned his tongue, and Dazai subconsciously reached out to grab the hand that was also covering his mouth. The two staggered back two steps, and Dazai hit his back The wet walls of the alley.

In the dim shadows, Dazai suddenly stopped all resistance. In the scorching pain, he slightly bent his eyes, as if he was enjoying the physical pain, his pupils dilated nervously, and Chuya lowered his hand, Dazai moved his mouth, he didn't spit out the cigarette end immediately, but chewed it slowly twice.

Zhong also looked at him coldly.

Osamu Dazai laughed sullenly, and while laughing, he arched his waist and coughed, as if the soot had choked into his throat, the thin and lonely spine protruded like a snake under the thin windbreaker, they were too close, Zhong Ye even smelled the cheap supermarket detergent emanating from the frayed bandages on the other party's body.

After becoming partners for more than half a year, the two became a strange relationship in which they would fight when they met, but would occasionally help each other with something. Chu also helped Osamu Dazai wash his bandages.

At that time, the two of them were not very rich, and Nakaya would always use cheap and cheap detergent from the supermarket to soak this pile of things, then randomly throw it into the washing machine and stir it twice as if it had been washed, and Dazai would complain that he washed it too much Perfunctory, but he was too lazy to wash himself, so he would obediently wrap himself up with these bandages after complaining.

Now Zhong also seemed to smell this overly strong fragrance again.

"Cough cough cough...Chuya...are you trying to murder me?" Dazai Osamu's voice had a kind of morbid joy, he really longed for death.

Zhong also still did not speak.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, spit out the cigarette butt wetted by saliva, and suddenly raised his face, his kite-colored eyes shone brightly in the darkness, like crazy flames shining under this rotten and sickly skin.

"Hey, Chuya, do you want to die for love with me?"

Osamu Dazai has said many things about dying for love, and with those girls in pink kimonos, or the beautiful ladies who happen to pass by, he can always get polite rejections with his beautiful appearance, and even the same joke-like answers .

But now, this question, after being a bystander countless times, fell in front of him.

The viscous amber enveloped his breathing and heartbeat.

Osamu Dazai was still laughing, he seemed sure that he would say something, his eyes were as bright as little stars twinkling.

Chuya's lips twitched, and he felt that the piece of amber was slowly melting, and enough oxygen flowed into his nasal cavity, allowing his brain to calm down a little from the scorching heat.

He looked at Osamu Dazai, opened his mouth——

Dazai Osamu's eyes suddenly showed a trace of confusion and fear, even though the fear was too small to be worth mentioning, it was still caught in his eyes.

"...Ah, but the premise of dying for love is to have love."

Osamu Dazai spoke before Chuya opened his mouth to say anything.

Zhong also had a premonition of what he was going to say, so he sneered slightly in his heart, and there was a sharp frost in his cobalt blue eyes.

——It's like this again, the perfunctory answer of "pretending to be passionate".

"But, I hate Chuya the most." Osamu Dazai said slowly and word by word, as if he was going to carve this sentence into his own bones, and into Chuya's flesh.

Zhong also raised his eyebrows and smiled mockingly at him: "What a coincidence, I also hate cowards like you the most."

There was a sudden commotion from the bar behind him, the door was forcefully opened, and the drowsy subordinate poked his head out and shouted vaguely: "Mr. Zhongyuan! Come and drink together!"

The caller quickly retracted his head with a smirk, and Chuya took a step back, standing under the light.

The boundary of the light clearly separates the two.

Zhong also pressed his hat down, turned his head and walked towards the bar without any nostalgia.

Osamu Dazai stood there for a while, fastened the bandage that had been loosened during the violent movement just now, put his hands in his pockets, and walked in the opposite direction with a smile on his face.

A hand wearing a black glove pushed open the door of the bar. The owner of the glove paused for two seconds, then turned his head slightly to look out. In the vast night, he could only see a light-footed figure walking away stepping on the puddle. He could vaguely hear the other party humming an out-of-tune song.

The door was slammed shut vigorously, isolating the suddenly raised noise.

At the end of the alley, the light-footed figure suddenly stopped. He bent his back slightly and wiped his mouth with his hands.

The tip of the tongue, which was scorched by the cigarette butt, was burning with pain, as if it wanted to pain persistently into the soul.

"...It hurts so much..." Osamu Dazai covered his mouth, narrowed his iris-colored eyes, and there was a faint glint of water in his eyes, "Hiss...why does it hurt so much...don't try biting your tongue to kill yourself next time..."

He left the lights of the bar behind.