Port Mafia Play House

Silence, silence, still silence.

When August saw Nakahara Chuya, who was covered in filth and almost all his bones were broken, he was so angry that he even forgot to manage his expression.

He gently put his hand on Nakahara's forehead, watched the wounds all over his body disappear little by little, then gradually calmed down, turned around, and handed Nakahara Chuya to Ozaki Koye outside.

Then he ran back and snatched the idiot Dazai Osamu's phone.

The colorful neon lights flashed by, and the night wind whistled in my ears.

Hayakawa was driving the car in August, and Osamu Dazai was sitting in the co-pilot's seat. On the winding coastal road, the speed of the car soared all the way.

Sixty, eighty, one hundred, one hundred and two.

The wind gushed into the car window and brushed against his cheeks sharply.

Osamu Dazai stared at something silently and stubbornly, refusing to make a sound.

The car drove farther and farther, the wind became more and more violent, and the scenery around him changed rapidly. August was silent for a long time——suddenly sighed.

"Dazai, you didn't intend to kill Chuya."

He used an affirmative sentence.

Healed Zhongye's wound, and August reacted.

Obviously, Lan Tang's goal is Huang Ba Tu, even if he doesn't come today, it will be a hidden danger in the future.

Sister Hongye provided him with Lantang's information, subspace, without Dazai's nullification, even if it is out of control filth, it is probably just the other party's pocket.

He didn't know what leverage Mori Ogai gave Dazai Osamu, but with that guy's "best solution" style, it's probably an option for one person to another.

With Osamu Dazai's intelligence, the moment he knew that Oda Sakunosuke was working for the Port Mafia - he should have understood the whole truth of this matter.

The weakness is already under control, and Mori Owai doesn't need him to find the weakness of Hayakawa August at all. This has been a complete transaction from the beginning, exchanging his invalidation for Hayakawa August's loyalty.

What kind of mood will he feel when a boy who has been used as a commodity for 12 years is once again used as a bargaining chip?

What kind of mood did he have, and he brought Zhong Ye to the place where Lan Tang was, to help him solve this trouble in the future?

He could have killed Chuya Zhongyuan with the help of Lantang, but he didn't.

He could have threatened August on the condition of restoring Zhongye's filth, but he didn't.

Maybe he hesitated, maybe he had such an idea, but at the end of the matter, the last - he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything.

Come alone, leave alone.

However, since she decided to leave alone from the very beginning, why bother to become filthy in the temptation?

Is it simply to vent your anger?Do you want to see the ugliness of struggling to survive?

Or... want to prove your worth?

August took a deep breath, only to feel that her chest was sore and heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

The speeding sports car drifted and stopped at the sparkling seaside. He got out of the car silently, closed the door silently, walked to the side of the co-pilot silently, and then opened the door.

Regardless of the boy's struggle, he took him into his arms.

Osamu Dazai's heart skipped a beat suddenly.

The moonlight above the head is gentle, and the heartbeat in front of me is hot.

He never hugged anyone.

In these 14 years of living in this world, he has never trusted anyone, and he has never been trusted by anyone. He is like a high-ranking king, sitting on a lonely throne, watching all living beings in the world move according to the established trajectory, and whenever he is interested, he will Flick the chessboard and knock down a few chess pieces.

Once not in contact with the real body temperature, people will become cold, become more and more monotonous, and become no longer like living creatures, but like rows of special symbols.

It is obviously a constant temperature of 37 degrees—why do you feel so hot and warm when you touch other people's skin?

Osamu Dazai subconsciously slowed down his breathing.

The scorching breath sprayed on his neck, and the fine strands of hair brushed the side of his face. The young man's voice was low, like a whisper, like a sigh.

"I'm sorry..." he said, "I'm sorry, I came too late."

If he had decided to exchange information from Miss Hongye earlier, perhaps this misunderstanding would not have arisen.

If he could have realized Osamu Dazai's struggle earlier, maybe there would be no scene today.

If, if...

"I'm sorry..." he repeated unconsciously, "I'm sorry, Dazai..."

Osamu Dazai froze in place, speechless.

He is ready to meet anger and hatred, and is used to betrayal and separation, but he just doesn't know how to deal with others' sincere kindness and concern.

August took out a file bag containing documents and stuffed it into Dazai Osamu's arms.

Osamu Dazai opened it, and what came into view was his photo.

August sighed softly.

"I don't need your ability as insurance, Dazai, I can stop Chuya's filth myself."

"This is your file."

"Hong Kong gangsters hid your information very tightly. There is no backup on the Internet. This is the only file. Sister Hongye from the intelligence department once owed me a favor-I exchanged it for this."

He picked up the file bag from Osamu Dazai's hand, then took out the lighter and lit the pieces of paper.

The flames burned in the night sky, illuminating the narrow space, and also illuminating the young man's slightly curved narrow red eyes.

"Now, you are free."

From then on, you will never be threatened by anyone again, you can go where you want to go, and be who you want to be.

Let them pass everything in the past, like the fly ash of burnt paper, disappearing in smoke.

He pretended to say it lightly.

"Today is the last day you agreed with Mr. Mori, isn't it? A week ago, Sakunosuke took a vacation for no reason, and was called back today. It seems that it should be a very intense night."

"I've already taken care of Senouwai, so you don't have to worry."

"Although I don't know what you have agreed with him—but, remember in the future, don't make deals with that kind of scum."

"Dazai..."

Looking at him in August, he suddenly sighed and said every word.

"From the very beginning when I brought you back, I never thought of handing you over to Senouwai."

"The next path—whether you stay or leave, it's up to you to choose."

The sea surface of Tokyo Bay is calm and turbulent, and the sparkling water moves with the wind, reflecting the bustling silhouette behind.

The young man's eyes were calm, and the wind blew his clothes up like a flying dove.

When the wind is still, it seems to become warmer.

Osamu Dazai stared blankly ahead and didn't speak for a long time.

"why……"

His voice was so soft it was barely audible.

Why……

why me?

August smiled suddenly, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Who knows... maybe."

"Dazai, when we met for the first time, you asked me, does life really have any value?"

"A long time ago, I also asked the same question..."

August's eyes are far away, those eyes that Osamu Dazai is all too familiar with.

Sad, hopeless, lifeless.

It seems that it will disappear in a second.

"To this day, I think, my answer is the same."

"No—" he shook his head, "it's just alive, it doesn't have any value."

Then he smiled softly again.

"However, I have a friend who once told me so."

"The meaning of life is connection". "

""Alone life is worthless, but with someone, your demise will be sad." "

The drooping eyelids covered the emotions, but the sadness in those words was still too thick, as if even the air was dripping, thick and continuous.

Silence spread silently.

August's voice was soft, like a feather, scratching Dazai Osamu's heart.

"Dazai, if you die now, I will be sad for you."

I don't know if it's because the neon lights are too bright, but the young man's face is extraordinarily pale, like a precarious doll.

He raised the corner of his mouth and looked directly into Osamu Dazai's eyes.

"So……"

"If I die now, will you feel sorry for me?"

Yokohama, City University Hospital.

Central Plains is also having a nightmare.

The ice-cold filth entangled him, and his mind was bound in the black mud. He struggled desperately, but to no avail, until in the darkness, a pair of warm hands stretched out...

"August!"

He sat up abruptly.

Sunlight streaming through the windows, a bottle hanging overhead, and a button to call the nurse next to the pillow.

It's a hospital...

What happened before was like a dream. The pain from the crushed bones disappeared without a trace. He stretched out his hand blankly and moved his body. He was light and flexible. gone.

Could it be... was he really having a nightmare?

But then why is he in the hospital?

The door of the ward opened, and Oda Sakunosuke walked in quickly—without saying a word, he just blew his brains.

Chuya Zhongyuan: "!"

He covered his forehead and said in a daze, "Brother Oda... Where's Dazai? Where's August? What's going on here?"

Oda Sakunosuke had no expression on his face, but there was a bad breath all over his body.

what happened?He still wants to ask!

He went out to work overtime, and when he came back, both Chuya and August were admitted to the hospital, and Osamu Dazai was nowhere to be found!

What exactly is going on?

He said in a deep voice, "Dazai doesn't know, August...is in the intensive care unit."

Chuya Zhongya's heart twitched, and his voice trembled: "Is it me..."

Oda patted his head and sighed, "Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with you."

Last night, he received a call from Koyo Ozaki, and rushed to the hospital. Nakahara Nakaya was already in a coma at that time, but there was no major problem with his body, and then he received a call from Dazai...

The ambulance brought Hayakawa August who had lost consciousness.

There was no trauma on his body, multiple organs in his body failed for unknown reasons, and his vital signs continued to decline. It took two hours of rescue before his heartbeat returned to a stable level.

When the situation in August stabilized, Osamu Dazai disappeared.

Oda pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

This one or two is really good at finding trouble!