Forced by Butei's gravity

177

The atmosphere was embarrassing, and I lit it like a 50-watt searchlight on the green grassland.

Osamu Dazai looked at the straps that Nakahara had wrapped around him, and while smiling as usual, there was also a bit of malice. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that he was aiming at Nakahara's lips.

As for Chuya Nakahara, he looked at the sky, the ground, the bed, and me, but he didn’t look at Osamu Dazai, his whole face was flushed, his hands had nowhere to rest, he hooked the choker around his neck, and he straightened the corners of his clothes. Couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed out the door.

However, the moment the robbed door closed, I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my scalp, a bit like the feeling of being stared at by some large beast, creepy.

Naturally, I looked at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai gave me a soft and sweet smile, then puffed up his cheeks, leaned on the sofa crookedly, lightly shook his injured hand twice in my panicked eyes, and said, "Chuya— —It hurts so much, the tears are coming out—”

I was about to give him a hard time, such as "Don't move around if it hurts! The wound will open!" But the poor Osamu Dazai really had water in his eyes, as if the next blink, will make it fall.

I sighed, held his wrist, jokingly, like coaxing a child, blew on his wound, and the coaxing words came out very naturally: "Blow and hurt and fly away—"

"It still hurts a bit, if you want to hit it..." Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, and then obviously wanted to say something more, but the sound of the door being kicked open interrupted his unfinished words.

Nakahara, who had gone back and forth, gave Osamu Dazai a blank look, and grabbed him by the collar first, but changed his movements and picked him up and carried him away.

"I'll send this guy to another guest room to rest, you should also rest well." Nakahara Nakaya said to me with Dazai Osamu on his shoulder.

Although Nakahara explained it to me very seriously, and my rationality told me that it was reasonable. After all, Osamu Dazai had a fever and lost blood after using his supernatural ability. He needed a rest, but my emotions always contradicted my rationality. I always feel that Nakahara Chuya's explanation looks like a cover-up.

Concealed the fact that he was jealous and took people away.

I was the only one left in the room. Looking at the open door, I decisively chose to move quietly to the door, and glanced at the figure of Nakahara Nakaya carrying Osamu Dazai on his shoulders.

……

As expected of you Dazai.

The heroine's script is very skillful.

The two guest rooms of Nakahara Chuya's house were located at the ends of the corridor, and after only a few steps, he was forced by Dazai's complaints to change his posture and hug Dazai across his arms, sending him back to the guest room.

I watched them off, but my mind was full of "sending them to the bridal chamber".

The violent emotions overwhelmed the reason.

Please Shuanghei marry me in situ!

178

When I woke up the next day, Nakahara Nakaya’s house was extremely quiet.

I looked at the time, seven o'clock.

There was some movement in the downstairs kitchen. After looking around, it was Chuya Zhongyuan.

A very virtuous Hong Kong and black cadre is making breakfast. He fried eggs, heated up milk, and made sandwiches. It is a very simple daily breakfast, which looks extraordinarily lifelike.

I thought about it, but finally didn't go in, and sat obediently at the dining table.

I can only make porridge for breakfast and dinner. I don’t know much about Japanese food. I can cook sukiyaki at most. I can’t explain why I can’t cook Japanese food but can cook more complicated Chinese food.

Zhong Yuanzhong also obviously saw me, but he agreed that I didn't enter the kitchen. He patted the top of my hair, and then said softly, with a feeling of coaxing a child: "You have breakfast first, remember to call me when you're done. Dazai get down and eat."

I:"……"

Isn't this a bit of a double standard, when he speaks softly to me, when he mentions Osamu Dazai, his back molars are almost worn out.

"Well, it will be cold after I finish eating, so why don't you ask Dazai to come down and eat together?" I bravely stood up from my seat, glanced at Nakahara Nakaya cautiously, and then explained in a low voice, "He has a stomachache." not too good……"

I clearly saw Nakahara Chuya grinding his teeth, and his expression became a little ferocious.

"It's okay, you sit down, I'll call him." Nakahara Nakaya said, and he pushed me back to the seat without saying anything, and even stuffed the hot milk into my hand.

I watched Nakahara Nakaya go upstairs, I calmly raised my chopsticks and prepared to eat breakfast, but I felt a little embarrassed that neither of them came down, so I ate alone, so I took a sip of milk to suppress my shock.

Milk is sweet.

Zhong Yuanzhong also carefully put sugar in the hot milk.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also a caring male god, I love him forever!

179

When I drank half a glass of milk, my heart was as sweet as milk, at this time Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Naka also walked over one after the other.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and his sand-colored windbreaker was draped over his shoulders. His complexion looked better, not as pale as yesterday, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Nakahara Chuya covered his lips with one hand, his eyes were a little erratic, then he raised his foot and kicked Osamu Dazai's calf, found a seat and ate breakfast by himself.

The atmosphere of this breakfast was a bit weird, what I ate was so unbearable, and it made me feel a vague stomachache.

180

"Since it's all right, get out, don't forget that Hong Kong gangsters' order to kill you has not been revoked."

The ferocious Nakahara Chuya dragged Osamu Dazai out of the door, and threatening in a bad tone, then slammed the door shut in front of Osamu Dazai and me.

I looked at the door, then at Chuya Nakahara.

"Osamu Dazai opened this door very easily" and "You forgot to let me out" were swallowed back.

So I maintained an expression of hesitation and hesitation, and I watched Nakahara Chuya's door being opened again. Dazai Osamu stood at the gate with an innocent and well-behaved look, as if the door was not As he pried it open.

"It's like this, Zhong also belongs to me, I have to take it away—" he said.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but I think the "Zhongye" he said has a double meaning, and when he said this, his eyes were on me and Zhongyuan Zhongye the whole time.

"Scum... Prick your hand, the tip of the lock-picking needle poked your hand." I swallowed the scumbag who almost blurted out, and forcibly rounded him back. Indeed, Osamu Dazai was holding the lock-picking needle in his hand, and he pretended to be innocent. At the same time, he deliberately revealed the tools of the crime, which was obviously provocative.

"Hmm~ It hurts a little bit, I'd better put it away~" Dazai didn't care about my previous pause, stuffed the things in his hand into his pocket, and then stretched his hand over his head in front of Chuya Nakahara , and touched the top of my hair standing behind him.

The current situation is that Osamu Dazai, who is more than 1.8 meters long, is touching the top of my hair, which is 1.6 meters away, from Nakahara, who is 1.7 meters away.

I'm in a daze.

Because I feel like I hear a system beep similar to a game.

"Your peer Zhongyuan Zhong has also fully charged his anger and is about to start the runaway mode. 』

I shrunk my shoulders, raised my head, took Osamu Dazai's hand on top of my head with both hands, and placed it on the head of Chuya Nakahara in front of me.

Sure enough, I heard Nakahara Chuya grinding his teeth again.So I grabbed Nakahara Chuya's arm, forced him to take a step back, closed my eyes and raised the volume slightly: "He is still an injured person—"

"We've bothered you for so long. It's important for you to have a good rest. It's important to be angry with that bastard Dazai Osamu!"

I finished what I wanted to say in one breath, and then while Nakahara Chuya was stunned, I let go and grabbed Osamu Dazai's arm and dragged him back a step and quickly closed the door again.

181

Everything went smoothly. I dragged Osamu Dazai and left Nakahara Nakaya's house safely and smoothly. I managed to get a taxi and I was on my way back to the detective agency.

"Dog man?" Osamu Dazai and I were sitting in the back seat, only then did he look at me with a half-smile, and meaningfully repeated the adjectives I had given him in my previous words.

Without thinking, I just blurted out.

"I may not be human, but you Dazai Osamu is a real dog."

Osamu Dazai smiled at me, then patted my head and said, "Be more confident, remove the possibility, you are not human."

I was choking.

Is this the point of this sentence?The dog is still your Dazai dog.

The ringtone of the mobile phone broke the silence between us. I first raised my hand to slap Dazai Osamu's hand away, and then consciously took out the mobile phone from his pocket.

The caller ID is "Wallet Jun No. [-]".

Ah this...

I calmly and blindly guessed, it should be Kunikida Doppo, then I checked the tail number again, and confirmed that it was Kunikida Doppo's number.

Osamu Dazai looked at the caller ID with me. He didn't know what it was to be embarrassed, and even signaled me to answer the phone quickly with puzzled eyes.

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I put on the phone with a dumb face.

"I haven't answered the phone for so long, I thought Dazai lost his phone again." Kunikida muttered, then cleared his throat, "Dazai, you and Miss Nakahara should take a break first, the president said that this incident is indeed Unexpectedly, you have worked hard, rest well first. And, remember to complete the report afterward.”

"what……"

I have a headache when I hear the word report, how do I write this stuff?

Osamu Dazai also snorted in response, and then hung up the phone with lightning speed.

I can guarantee that Kunikida, who was ordering some details on the other end of the phone, must be pissed off again.

I'm thinking about the more famous Poetry of Poor Qi (probably the name) among the elderly in Huaguo, after all, being angry always hurts the liver.

183

"Chuya—then let's go back now, after all, the president has given us a holiday!" Dazai Osamu shook the phone that had been hung up, and re-reported the address to the driver decisively.

The address is the dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency.

"Don't think too much about the report. The detective agency is different from the port mafia. Just write whatever you want."

It seems to understand what I'm struggling with... No, it's not like, it's directly seen through.In short, Osamu Dazai smiled heartily, and then said such unreliable words.

I twitched the corners of my mouth, then raised my hand to press his forehead, signaled him to shut up, and then started to make a draft of the written report in my heart-roughly following the format and method of writing various reports in school.

"You also write to me honestly, don't just think about being cute and fooling around"