All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Dazai didn't speak.

The sea breeze from Yokohama blew between the two of them. They were separated by two meters. The ties blew left and right, crumbling.

Nakahara Chuya's hair under the brim of his hat swayed, dangling in front of his eyes, which was annoying. He stretched out his hand to brush the hair aside, staring at the forward figure in front of him, he suddenly gritted his teeth and took a big step.

"Hey, too..."

After chasing for a few steps, the person in front walked faster, and the distance increased instead of decreasing. Nakahara Chuya was filled with inexplicable anger, and just about to speak, the figure in front of him stopped abruptly. Osamu Dazai stood still, and he turned sideways , the butterfly wing-like eyelashes half covered the eyes, casting a faint shadow.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't stop, he stepped forward a few more steps, keeping his gaze on the opposite face.

His heart beat violently the moment the other party stopped, and then stopped for a moment when the half calm and lonely profile turned around.

The pictures that were deliberately blurred in his memory became clear one by one. The most recent time was the time a few days ago when he was affected by Shinomiya Shinomiya's supernatural power and suddenly pierced Dazai Osamu's chest. The astonishment and unknowing joy in the opponent's pupils heard two "loud bangs" from the opponent's chest.

The first sound came from the sound of his head hitting Osamu Dazai's ribs, and the second sound came from the heart that contracted and dilated under the protection of the bones, and pumped rapidly.

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai said softly.

Nakahara also raised his head, Osamu Dazai was just an arm's length away from him, this distance is not that close, when they used to cooperate, they were standing side by side, with their legs crossed, but in the past, Nakahara never seemed to I have watched Osamu Dazai seriously, maybe too close is also a bad thing, people always subconsciously ignore things that are too familiar.

Including Dazai Osamu's face that is actually too beautiful, and the scent of shampoo in his hair wafting in the wind.

"Huh?" Zhongyuan Zhong also responded.

He folded his hands on his chest, his white wrists were exposed outside the gloves, exuding a slenderness that was completely opposite to his force value. When he raised his eyes to look at people, it seemed that the blue ocean in his eyes could only accommodate one person. His orange The hair was pinned behind the ears, and the face, which was too petite and delicate like the head, was raised, free from the cover of the brim of the hat, and exposed to the sunlight brightly.

Osamu Dazai's fingers wrapped in bandages rubbed against each other in the pocket of the windbreaker, and he pressed them against the bottom of the pocket again.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and his teasing tone was an acting skill he had used thousands of times that would never go wrong, "When will you throw away that black hat on your head, you ugly little girl?" The dwarf wears a strange hat, it's just so-odd-strange."

Facing Chuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai kept walking backwards. He spread his arms, as if he was trying to describe the degree of "too-strange-strange".

Although that gesture is very much like waiting for a hug.

The aggrieved, helpless, and hesitant emotions in Zhongyuan Zhongye's heart disappeared instantly. From the atrium to the ventricle, he was completely occupied by the rising anger and the thought of "I just lost my mind." He was too angry, or just now Complicated emotions consume too much energy, this time he actually didn't roar to defend himself, nor did he rush forward to fight Dazai for three hundred rounds.

He darkened his face and lowered the brim of his hat.

Dazai Osamu, who was waiting for the other party to get angry, watched Nakahara Chuya walking past him covered in black flames, and did not wait for the imaginary fist.

He froze for a moment, and when he looked back, Zhong had already walked to the blue sports car and opened the door.

"Where are you going next?" Nakahara Chuya looked forward, as if speaking to another person.

Osamu Dazai paused, and walked away.

Just as he was about to get into the car door, the phone rang suddenly—it was Atsushi Nakajima's call.

"Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima stood at the messy doorway. On the carpet next to him was the door that had been completely removed from the wall. Several waiters were cleaning back and forth.

Atsushi Nakajima has already walked around the suite three times. From under the bed to behind the curtains, there is no corner left unattended. No matter where he is, Shinomiya Shinomiya is nowhere to be seen. When I saw the luggage, the changed clothes were still hanging in the wardrobe, and the half glass of milk that was not finished was still on the table.

Mr. Shinomiya is missing!

Atsushi Nakajima confirmed the matter at the first time. He and Shinomiya Shibuya didn't get along for a long time, but Atsushi Nakajima respected this cold and indifferent writer in private. He felt that the other party was by no means The kind of people who just play disappearing and disappearing casually, don't even mention the state of the room.

Of course, he didn't know that Shinomiya Shinomiya had escaped from Morioh Town by "playing and disappearing casually" before coming to Yokohama.

After much deliberation, Atsushi Nakajima contacted Mr. Dazai immediately, "Is Mr. Shinomiya with you? I think his room is not quite right."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyelids, and let out an exaggerated "Oh" as if he just remembered.

"Sinomiya, you should be a guest at someone else's house now." Dazai Osamu closed the car door, and before he could fasten his seat belt, Nakahara Nakaya kicked the accelerator and drove the car out.

"Pfft—" Pressed against the back of the chair by the oncoming acceleration, Osamu Dazai rubbed his neck, and cast a sad glance at Chuya Nakahara, who was accelerating crazily.

"A guest at someone else's house?" Atsushi Nakajima breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I was scared to death, I saw his door was removed, I thought it was Akutagawa's [Rashomon] doing it .”

The attendants around Atsushi Nakajima who raised the door bowed and thanked, then walked away slowly, walked into the elevator, and pressed the first floor, "Mr. Dazai, does he know when Mr. Shinomiya will come back? The president wants to meet Mr. Shinomiya .”

"President Fukuzawa?" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, you'll probably be back in the evening. If you're in a hurry, just wait under the Ganghei Building."

"Enen, yes, I know... Hong Kong, Hong Kong and Hei Building?" Atsushi Nakajima responded casually, suddenly startled by the term that appeared in his mouth, exclaimed, and successfully attracted the people in the elevator. Several people's attention.

"Sorry, sorry." Atsushi Nakajima quickly bowed to apologize, covered his mouth with his left hand, turned his back and whispered, "That door must have been broken by that guy Akutagawa! No, no, that's not the point! Mr. Shinomiya Why did you go to Hong Kong? Is he okay? I'd better go back and find the president!"

Osamu Dazai raised his finger and motioned for Nakaya to turn left, "It's all right, I guess it's about asking about the arrow...Sigong and Hong Kong gangsters have no conflict of interest. If you want to say, there is actually a possibility of cooperation. You really don't have to worry about him."

"Stop, stop, stop, we're here." Osamu Dazai patted Nakaya's shoulder with his backhand, telling him to stop, "Okay, Atsushi, go back to the detective agency with peace of mind. I still have a mission, so I won't tell you."

"Mr. Dazai is actually doing the task well?" Atsushi Nakajima whispered, "It's terrible, it's not like Mr. Dazai at all."

He looked at the hung up phone, and thought to himself: "Speaking of which, since Mr. Shinomiya came to Yokohama, Mr. Dazai hasn't made a fuss about himself anymore? It seems that the relationship between the two of them is very good... ..."

Atsushi Nakajima, completely unaware of his reasoning error, thought he had discovered the truth, and at the same time had greater respect for Mr. Shinomiya.

"Why are you here?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at the dilapidated building in front of him.

"Here is the best identity forgery expert in Yokohama." Dazai Osamu took the lead with his long legs, "With a fake identity, you can also enter the Hong Kong gangsters. Murata Hera must have patronized the place. Don't do what he thinks, only here."