Port Mafia Play House

All the scars disappeared, and even the sequelae of suicides over the years were gone.

Osamu Dazai panicked.

I didn't know how to take care of it, but now it's getting worse!

It doesn't matter to August, as long as his consciousness is still there, everything else is trivial.

Osamu Dazai pressed the person on the bed, took out an attitude towards summer popsicles, wrapped him tightly with a quilt, and then framed him so that he could not move.

August:"…"

Only one head was exposed in August, sweating all over from the heat, leaning against the corner of the wall and drowsy.

Osamu Dazai sent a message to Odasaku asking him to pick him up.

The person who came was Zhongye from the Central Plains.

August was almost passed out when he arrived—not because of a fever, but probably because of heat stroke.

Chuya Nakahara helped him into the car cursingly, and Osamu Dazai walked around the house half-heartedly, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhongyuan Zhong also settled August, let out a sigh of relief-turned around and walked back.

Osamu Dazai took a glass of water from the water pipe and just took a sip when Chuya Nakahara's voice came from behind him.

"Hey, dead mackerel!"

He said fiercely.

"Brother Oda is approaching the deadline, and there is still a lack of errand runners at home. In addition to making trouble for others-you should do something that people should do occasionally!"

After speaking, without waiting for Osamu Dazai's answer, he turned around and went downstairs.

Dazai was startled.

Chuya Nakahara's footsteps became farther and farther away, and the room became quiet.

He burst out laughing.

It was already night when August woke up, and familiar bickering sounds came from the living room.

"Give me back the remote control, bastard, go look at your own phone!"

"Don't be a little bit, just grab it if you can reach it, little dwarf hahaha——"

It was a headache.

August frowned.

Pain and be happy.

There was a cup of warm water on the bedside, which was just at the temperature of the mouth. Probably when he fell asleep, there were always people outside changing it.

August wanted to pick up the cup, but her head hurt badly, she let go of her hand, and it slammed on the table.

The movement in the house was heard by two people outside.

There was another quarrel, the bedroom door slammed open, Dazai Osamu came in first, then locked the door behind his back and threw the key, Nakahara Chuya jumped out of the door angrily.

Osamu Dazai ignored the curse outside the door, walked to the bed and sat down, and handed him the cup with a smile.

"how do you feel?"

August took a sip of water, and was about to speak when he heard the man answer another sentence.

"Honestly, August..."

This person, as long as he can still walk, his consciousness is not blurred, even if his intestines are hanging outside his stomach, he can say the word "nothing" confidently.

August:"…"

He was silent for a while, and rested his forehead helplessly.

"My head hurts, my stomach hurts, and I have no strength in my body. What is the meal you cooked this morning? Is it poison? Also, how have you abused yourself in the past four years..."

There was a hint of coquettishness in his tone.

"Dazai, I'm hungry."

"It's time for you to learn how to cook with Chuya."

The corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth couldn't stop rising: "Who wants to learn from that dark dwarf!"

The two looked at each other, probably understanding what to do next.

Osamu Dazai said, "Let Chuya cook your favorite sea bream miso soup tonight?"

August raised his eyebrows: "Then explain to Chuya and the others about the devil?"

It hits it off.

At night in Yokohama, in front of the apartment room with the word "Hayakawa" written on it, warm lights shine through the windows with light curtains.

At the dining table, Osamu Dazai handed out an empty bowl to Nakahara Chuya very naturally: "Chuya——have another bowl!"

He stroked his chin, clicked twice, and commented.

"Ah, this taste is indeed the most unique of Chuya's crab stick bibimbap! How should I put it, this indescribably subtle and disgusting feeling..."

A cross appeared on Nakahara Chuya's head: "If you don't like it, don't have another bowl, you bastard!"

Oda Sakunosuke sat on the bar counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, wearing a pair of black square glasses, writing and drawing on manuscript paper.

"Dazai, be careful, Chuya's physical skills have improved a lot."

Nakahara Chuya slammed the added rice on the table, imagining the bowl in his hand as Dazai Osamu's head.

"If you want to eat, don't talk nonsense. What have you been doing for so long!?"

"Well %×&%￥" Dazai Osamu said vaguely while chopping the rice, "This is how it is—"

After a few minutes.

August drank a bowl of hot miso soup, and felt that she had come back alive from the shadow of Osamu Dazai's death dishes.

Then I laughed so hard at what Osamu Dazai said.

"What? You threw Fedya and the book into another world?"

He almost died laughing.

"Which world? You are amazing Dazai!"

"It's a very suitable place for him." Osamu Dazai smiled, "It's all a bunch of idiots there, and the devil has nothing to do with such honest idiots."

August immediately thought of it: "Could it be the one with the "ghost"..."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "That's right, bingo!"

August was so happy that he couldn't help himself, "Then when he comes back, I mean, if he can get it back...wouldn't he have been influenced?"

My God, people in that world can spread the stupid gene faster than the virus.

Nakahara Chuya and Oda Sakunosuke listened worriedly, automatically ignoring the part where the two were dumbfounded.

"Isn't the 'book' a very important thing? If you lost that, wouldn't the Ability Secret Service be hunting you down?"

"Ah..." Osamu Dazai explained, "Well, I just told them that the devil is looking for "Book", and then made a few small comments when they were discussing countermeasures..."

He showed a cute smile: "It is the Chief Farmer who makes the plan, and it is the boss behind the bureau who makes the decision. I am a part-time worker, and I am not the one who made a mistake during the execution. What does it have to do with me?"

August added: "That's it...wait a minute, you're playing tricks like this..."

He suddenly realized something.

The Supernatural Secret Service Division is not a fool, even if they can't catch him, it's impossible to give him a promotion!

Osamu Dazai knew that he couldn't hide it, so he said frankly, "Ming Sheng was secretly demoted. I was transferred back to the central government probably because the farming chief looked at me and wanted me to work for them."

There is no way up or down in this position, unless the Chief Farmer dies, he won't be able to get promoted at all!

Except for the top of the head, the chief farmer's other places are full of vitality.

It is estimated that promotion will be impossible in the next 30 to [-] years.

August is speechless.

Therefore, there is no need for him to draw a clear line with the port of Mafia. This person has never said anything, he just wants to...

Look at his women's clothing.

He smiled and met Dazai Osamu's eyes, and Dazai Osamu blinked with an innocent expression.

There was only a row of big characters written on his face.

You and Oda have been in North American women's clothing for so long, of course I want to get it back.

August:"…"

How big is your mind, is the tip of a needle big?

Yokohama Vinegar King is none other than you!

These days, the social animals of the port mafia are surprised to find that there is a little tail that lingers behind their Hayakawa cadres.

Moreover, this tail is the Dazai cadre who defected a long time ago!

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Hayakawa's office door, which was open all year round in August, has recently been tightly closed, and sometimes it is locked behind the scenes.

Q, who was locked out of the door, puffed up his cheeks angrily.

A few days later, Ryunosuke Akutagawa accidentally caught a glimpse of Osamu Dazai wandering around in the building.

So there was one more person who was also locked out of the door angrily.

Q held the cursed doll and smiled: "Let's go to Black Lizard to find other organizations to play with..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's expression was gloomy: "Okay, since I know that Mr. Dazai is still alive, I must let him recognize my strength!"

During this period of time, the militant faction at the port of Mafia has been particularly brutal, and the hostile organization has been beaten to the brim with a bewildered expression...

What's wrong!Don't take it out on us if you're in a bad mood! ?

Inside the office door, August wears glasses to handle business.

His eyesight is actually not very good. To be precise, with the erosion of demonization, his body functions have been declining.

Because of leaving the original world, spreading believers can slow down this level, but it is basically irreversible.

So before that, he wasn't sure how long he could "live" in this world.

But he didn't care about it before, because he had already lived for too long.

Only, things might be different now.

August took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the soreness, and stretched out a hand behind his back to block his eyes.

He closed his eyes obediently, leaned back, and Dazai Osamu's fingers inserted into his hair.

"Dazai..." he said suddenly, "You threw the book into another world—not just for the demon-proof people, right?"

He moved Dazai's hand away and looked into his eyes.

August said helplessly: "What kind of story did you make up in the book?"

In retrospect, Osamu Dazai suddenly helped him write the report at that time, probably because he realized that his physical function had declined.

He is a god in other worlds, but in this world, he is still under the jurisdiction of "Book".

Although it is impossible to completely change, the impact can still be done.

Osamu Dazai bent down and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Guess, if you guess right, I will grant you one wish."

"By the way—" he changed the subject, "You still owe me a wish!"

August didn't bother to bring the topic back, and asked along with him, "What do you want?"

Anyway, I've done everything, and I'm still the one below his mother. Can there be anything worse than this?

Osamu Dazai cupped his cheeks, approached him and said with a drawn out voice.

"I want—August doesn't always laugh."

You can count on me, just a little more.

a little more.

It doesn't matter if you want to cry, it doesn't matter if you cry for pain, it doesn't matter if you don't laugh.

Hidden in your heart, that thick fortress, I want to go in.

Dear King, please open the door and let me cross the dangerous moat.

August was taken aback.

His heart suddenly softened beyond appearance.

The young man lowered his eyes, perhaps without realizing it, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"it is good……"

He pushed away the computer, pursed his mouth and rubbed his eyes.

"My eyes are so sore and my head still hurts. Why can I suppress so many things by taking a week off? Are all my subordinates idiots?"

He leaned back, his hair slid down the side of his face, exposing his forehead.

August closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice.

"Dazai—you can help me answer the email first, I'll go to sleep for a while..."

A light kiss fell on the forehead.

"Okay..." Osamu Dazai chuckled, "But, I don't do free work, August."

The author has something to say: After thinking about it for a long time, I still bring this part of the plot to the front because this person August...doesn't expose his old background, he always treats Dazai as a child...

Afterwards, we brought out the leader Zai, who was so sour into lemons, and walked out. Dao Nosuke is really good at swordsmanship. I feel so sorry for Zai to death...