How to raise Dazai gently

Using water to make rails on the frozen sea, and then transporting gold out of the country through the ice rails sounds like a fantasy, but it is not impossible.

In particular, even though the Tsarist Russian royal family was in turmoil during the war at that time, they still held wealth and power. It was a matter of course to have a few supernatural beings unknown to the public. With supernatural beings, the 500 tons of gold It is not impossible to sneak out from the frozen sea.

What Osamu Dazai said was to wait for a month was to wait until winter came and the sea was covered with a thick layer of ice as at that time, and then follow the map to find the small island where the lost gold was buried.

Of course, if the news about the 500 tons of lost gold hidden in the egg of memory is brought back by the Russian secretary, maybe some scholars who specialize in the study of the last tsar will also see the clues contained in it, but before they find out, Dazai Ji had already brought the 500 tons of gold back to Yokohama.

Yokohama was as lively as ever. Those treasure hunters and mercenaries gathered from all over the world, after finding no clues or traces of the lost yellow chicken, some gave up their dream of getting rich overnight and returned to their home country, while some Some people were attracted by Yokohama's loose freedom, took root here, and prepared to break out their own power and territory, while others disappeared without a sound, and their bodies were never seen.

In this Yokohama city called Concession, all kinds of weird things can happen.

Osamu Dazai blocked all his information. Only high-level cadres and veteran members knew the identity of the leader of the Dazai Port Mafia. Osamu Dazai did not need to sit in the building, and he could use communication equipment to remotely control his subordinates to perform tasks.

While risking decryption outside with Araki Kongyo, he can also control his subordinates to repel the enemy and intimidate them. Is it worthy of being Osamu Dazai?

Although the members at the lower level didn't know Osamu Dazai, when they took the elevator back from the underground tunnel, the mafia cadres waiting in front of the elevator door knelt on one knee to welcome the return of the leader of the Port King's Landing Mafia .

"Welcome back, boss."

Even Chuya Nakahara, who clearly showed his dissatisfaction with Osamu Dazai, lowered his haughty head at this moment, and greeted Osamu Dazai in a black trench coat and red scarf respectfully.

Araki Kongyo keenly noticed that after Osamu Dazai returned to the port mafia, the gentle smile he would show outside disappeared without a trace, replaced by an inscrutable smile mask that no one could understand.

"Oh, thank you all for coming to welcome me. During my absence, did anything happen?"

Atsushi Nakajima, wearing a turtleneck trench coat, took a small step forward, lowered his head and reported respectfully: "Boss, according to your order, the enemies who came to seize the port territory have been repelled, leaving one alive to let him go back. as a warning."

"Well done, Atsushi-kun, keep going." Osamu Dazai walked forward.

Araki Kongyo turned Atsushi Nakajima's lowered head, thought for a while, and when he passed in front of him, he patted his head lightly as a token of appreciation.

Because other people lowered their heads, they couldn't see Araki Kongyo's actions, but for Atsushi Nakajima, this award really made him happy, and his originally serious face suddenly revealed a shy look. smile.

If it is said that when facing Osamu Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima was fear mixed with respect, and he had already been engraved in his heart that he could not resist the order of Osamu Dazai no matter what, because what Mr. Dazai said was right, even if he himself If he couldn't understand it, it was just because he was too stupid to deconstruct the meaning behind Mr. Dazai's words; then facing Araki Kongshi, Atsushi Nakajima expressed his gratitude and admiration from the bottom of his heart.

If it is said that the praise from Osamu Nakajima made Atsushi Nakajima tremble with sincerity and trepidation in his heart, constantly reviewing and introspecting whether he was really doing a good job, then the praise from Karaki Araki simply made Atsushi Nakajima feel very happy and delighted His efforts were recognized.

Such a difference, I am afraid, can only be attributed to the leader Osamu Dazai's extreme methods in cultivating students.

Quan Jinghua stood behind Atsushi Nakajima, she lowered her head, watching the leather shoes worn by the leader of the port mafia pass by her eyes.

Even though Osamu Dazai's voice was soft, and when he greeted everyone, he was as bright as the brother next door, but the supernatural beings who could scare the children of Yokohama to tears by saying these names respectfully lowered their heads and reported the port mafia in a serious manner. Intelligence these days.

No one dared to hide it, because Osamu Dazai knew everything. His questioning this time was just to know whether there was a difference between the actions of his subordinates and the information he had. If someone gave wrong information, he would immediately know that the other party had a different intention .

It wasn't until the figures of Osamu Dazai and Karaki Araki disappeared on the rolled out red carpet that Izumi Kyoka realized that her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and even her throat was a little thirsty.

"Let's go, little Jinghua, let's go down and have something to drink first?" The young man with the terrifying title of White Death invited her this way, and Quan Jinghua calmed down his floating thoughts and smiled back.

"okay."

Dazai Osamu, who returned to the leader's bedroom, threw himself on the bed, holding Araki Kongshi in his arms and not letting go.

"It's so tiring—if they were smarter, they wouldn't need to come to me to decide everything."

While speaking childish words, Dazai Osamu's eyes were indifferent and calm.

Although he said so, the leader Dazai Osamu is different from Butei Dazai Osamu. If Butei Dazai Osamu is willing to give trust to the members of his detective agency, the warrant Dazai Osamu is holding all the power in his hands, The port mafia has run into its own tyrant.

Araki Karuyo caressed Osamu Dazai's hair, the setting sun fell through the window onto the blanket on the floor, and the brilliant colors of the blanket itself were reflected to the surroundings, making the room glow with colorful rays of light.

The surrounding voices seemed to have quieted down, and Araki Kongyo stared at Osamu Dazai who was close at hand, as if he had once again discovered the cuteness of Osamu Dazai.

His fair skin is very soft, and if he is full of sleep, there will be a faint blush at the corners of his eyes, making Dazai Osamu's face look very rosy, and when he smiles, the brows will slightly raise, making his smile extraordinarily sincere and handsome.

Getting along with Dazai Osamu every day, Araki Kongshi is full of happiness and touch in his heart-look, this is the cub I raised, there is no existence more perfect than him!

At the beginning, Araki Kongshi actually had doubts about whether he could raise human cubs well. After all, the races, habits, and customs were completely different. You can't use it too much, no matter how you think about it, you can't take good care of the cubs.

But looking back now, Araki Kongshi finds that he has done better than he imagined. If he leaves this human body at this moment and returns to his own universe, he can also show off to the gods of other galaxies nearby. Thoroughly understood by humans.

When Osamu Dazai finished absorbing his spores and the 'nutrition' fed by Araki Kongshi, then they would be able to leave this narrow world together and go to the spacious and free universe where Araki Kongshi was.

For Araki Kongyo, who has been alone since birth, Dazai Osamu is a very important descendant and a very important companion.

No matter whether you are with Dazai Osamu as a lover or as an elder, they are destined to be together.

Araki Kongyo suddenly remembered that today is already autumn, and on the way back to Yokohama, he also saw red maples that seemed to be burning like flames.

"If you are free in a few days, let's go to the mountains to see maple leaves and soak in hot springs, shall we?"

After going out for a trip, Araki Kongshi learned one thing from Mao Lilan and her girlfriends, that is, to take pictures as a souvenir to recall the present in the future.

This point reminded Araki Kongyo, after all, there is no such thing as a camera in his universe, so naturally he can’t think of taking photos as a souvenir, besides, his body is too huge, and the camera really can’t take a full picture of him.

So Araki Kongyo, who knew that there was still such a method, was annoyed for a long time, thinking that he should start making Dazai Osamu's photo album earlier.

"Also, I want to take many, many photos with you to make up for what we didn't take before. At that time, we can sit on the sofa, look at the photo album, and recall the places we have been to , something that has been done—it’s a wonderful thing.”

Araki Kongyo's eyes flowed with tenderness and anticipation that he hadn't even noticed, which made his inhumanly beautiful appearance suddenly softer and more vivid, like an orange sunset, In the slightly empty street, I smell the satisfaction and comfort of the smell of rice from home.

The photo of Osamu Dazai cannot be leaked, which will affect his future plans, but the anticipation in Araki Kongshi's expression is too gentle, that water-like tenderness wraps Osamu Dazai, making his throat feel soft again. Can't spit out any words of rejection.

"Taking pictures, of course you can, but you can't show them to others."

"No." Araki Kongshi laughed brightly after hearing the promised answer, "This is the treasure between me and Aji, and no one else will see it."

Osamu Dazai knew that he was just drinking poison to quench his thirst. Because he was too lonely, he clung to the warmth that Araki Kongshi gave him, but no matter how smart a human being was, he couldn't control himself in front of the warmth that was enough to drown him. reason.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and immersed himself in this warmth with all his heart.

"Well, then we have an appointment."

A few days later, after dealing with urgent documents, Dazai Osamu and Araki Koyo went to the foot of the mountain to enjoy the maple leaves.

In the past, Osamu Dazai stayed in the mansion of the port mafia for many years. The changes and changes of the four seasons made no difference to him. He was like a death row prisoner who counted the time, waiting for the execution day in the lonely and cold office. arrival.

But now he is soaking in the natural hot spring with Araki Kongyo. The slightly hot hot spring is steaming with snow-white mist, making Dazai Osamu's indifferent face moist when he is not smiling.

Due to climate reasons, the maple forests in the city have almost lost their leaves, but the maple leaves in the foothills are still as red as flames, and there are many mountains. Like floating waves.

Some red maple leaves fell from the branches and fell into the hot spring pool water, drifting with the water overflowing from the majestic water outlet.

Araki Kongyo's silky black hair was rolled up and wrapped in a bath towel, exposing his snow-white and slender neck.

He didn't seem to feel the scorching heat of the hot spring water. Instead, he soaked in the pool water contentedly. He even took out an egg from the wooden barrel on the shore and soaked it in the hot spring water together.

Osamu Dazai was a little buoyed by the heat of the hot spring water, his cheeks were flushed red, and he was obviously not thirsty, but when he saw Araki Karosei's shoulders and neck and the back of his neck covered with crystal water droplets, his throat felt a little tingly. But it kept rolling, as if trying to swallow something.

"Little Kongshi, do you like this place?"

Osamu Dazai spoke as if he wanted to divert his attention, but the hoarseness in his voice made him move his body uncomfortably.

"Well, I like it!"

Araki Kongyo's eyes were focused on the hot spring egg held by him, and he didn't notice Dazai Osamu's gaze that seemed to want to swallow it from his neck.

The maple is like a fire, the white mist is transpiring, and in the hazy water vapor, Araki Kongshi's neck and shoulders that were exposed when he lowered his head folded into a fascinating arc.

Osamu Dazai couldn't bear the heat here anymore, the temperature of the pool water seemed to make his body scald hot, and even his brain was so hot that he felt dizzy as if he had drunk alcohol.

He stood up from the pool and returned to the shore. The pebbles under his feet were polished smooth, which warmed the soles of his feet without being too hot.

Osamu Dazai picked up the red wine that was chilled in a wooden barrel at the side, and without caring about sobering up, he opened the bottle cap and gulped down a big gulp. The cold liquid slid down his throat, as if it was about to vaporize him as well. The enthusiasm for cooking was quenched.

Osamu Dazai sat on the Yuhua stone bench placed by the pool, exhaled air-conditioning with a faint aroma of wine, and looked up again, only to find that Araki Kongyo had also landed at some time, with a snow-white towel wrapped around his waist On the limbs, the fabric soaked in hot spring water outlines a rounded arc.

Araki Sora stretched out his hand to Osamu Dazai as if offering a treasure, and in the heart of his pink palm, which was soaked in hot spring water and was as clear and lovely as candy, lay a hot spring egg with crystal water droplets on it.

"Taste this, I specially ironed it for you." Facing the expectant eyes of Araki Kongyo, Osamu Dazai would certainly not refuse.

He took the hot spring egg, and then carefully peeled off the shell of the hot spring egg.

The shell shattered with a light pinch, revealing the semi-solidified translucent delicate protein under the shell.

The hot spring water that can soak the human body is naturally impossible to completely boil the hot spring eggs, but the beauty of the hot spring eggs is that the egg whites have not yet completely solidified, and the soft egg whites will tremble when you touch them lightly with your fingers. After the tip of the hot spring egg is solidified, the egg yolk, which is like flowing gold, can be directly inhaled into the mouth, tasting the mellow and rich fragrance.

After tasting half an egg, Osamu Dazai stroked the back of Araki Kongshi's neck with his hand, and said with a light smile, "Well, it's delicious, you should try it too, Koragi?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes reflected Araki Kongyo's face, and Araki Kongyo's obsidian-like pupils also reflected Dazai Osamu's smile.

Then the distance between the figures reflected in the pupils of the two of them gradually narrowed, and finally completely overlapped.

The remaining half of the hot spring egg flowed out the yolk during the movement, and Araki Kongshi licked off the semi-solidified thick egg liquid, held it in his mouth and tasted it carefully, and then ate it down to fill his stomach.

When the two of them finally came out of the bath room, it was completely dark and it was time for dinner.

Osamu Dazai dressed Araki Kongyo in a kimono custom-made by Kyo Yuzen, and he himself changed into a haori of the same color.

This time, I specially customized a matching kimono for enjoying the maple hot springs. Araki Kongyo’s set is made of golden ginkgo leaves and ginkgo flowers, which are embellished on the hem and cuffs. When standing under the red maple tree, it looks redder at first glance. Maple trees are even more beautiful.

And he was wearing a blue haori with a pine and cypress pattern, so he wouldn't feel the cold even in the deep mountains.

This hot spring was purchased by Osamu Dazai under another name, even the hot spring operator and the port mafia didn't know that the real boss was him.

They sat in the spacious Japanese room, and the hot spring waiter put the dishes on the thick golden silk Nan low table one by one, then bowed respectfully, and closed the wooden door.

"This is the special four delicacies of this hot spring hotel. If you don't make a reservation in advance, you won't be able to eat them."

Osamu Dazai introduced.

The so-called four delicacies refer to bear meat, otter meat, venison meat, and puffer fish meat. Because of the ban on hunting of bear meat, only hunters who have been approved by the government can enter the mountains to hunt in late autumn.

Therefore, the portion is scarce and the price is expensive, and people who have not made a reservation cannot eat it at all.

However, as the behind-the-scenes owner of the hot spring hotel, the reservation is only a matter of a phone call from Osamu Dazai.

Perhaps it was because the hot spring eggs just now were really delicious, which whetted Dazai Osamu's appetite. He was very happy to eat the dishes served this time. He could feel the deliciousness and tenderness of the meat on the tip of his tongue. Warmth, making those cold and dark burdens temporarily disappear from his back.

On the contrary, Araki Kongshi, he actually has a small appetite, but the dishes are delicious, and the portions of each dish are much larger than those in ordinary stores. After eating, his stomach bulges, and his stomach The cavity is a little swollen and uncomfortable.

Although the body sent out a signal of feeling uncomfortable, Araki Kongyo's consciousness didn't think anything was wrong. It was Dazai Osamu who had been paying attention to him all the time, and he could see something was wrong from Araki Kongyo's inadvertent frown.

Dazai Osamu sat down next to Araki Kongyo, he stretched out his hand, put his warm palm on Araki Kongyo's stomach, and then rubbed it vigorously: "Do you feel better?"

Araki Kongshi's brow unconsciously changed from frowning to relaxation, he nodded, and realized that he had eaten too much accumulated food.

Osamu Dazai also breathed a sigh of relief, showing a faint smile, and said, "Fortunately, it's just food accumulation, not a bad stomach. It really scared me just now."

"How can I be so fragile." Araki Kongyo retorted.

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, he just stared at Araki Kongshi quietly, then leaned forward and kissed him again.

After the kiss, Osamu Dazai leaned against Araki Kongyo's forehead, stared fixedly at the black eyes that reflected his own figure, words like a sigh overflowed from his lips: "I know... But sometimes I really want to keep you close, let you live in a golden house that only I can enter, and then adorn you with the most expensive, rarest, and brightest gems on the street."

Araki Koyo listened quietly to Osamu Dazai's muttering, and then he stretched out his hand and hugged the young man with the kite hair who revealed the uneasiness in his words, and gently stroked his back with his palm: "There is no gold and precious stones. It doesn't matter, I will stay by Azhi's side and never be separated from you."

"Nothing lasts forever in this world."

Although Osamu Dazai retorted so verbally, his silent embrace of Araki Kongshi's arm revealed his true mood at the moment.

But if it's what you say, I'd like to believe it.

They played in the hot springs for several days and took a lot of photos. There are photos of the two wearing matching kimonos, walking in the red maple forest hand in hand, and playing table tennis in the Enquan Hotel. , as a result, there are photos of the two with each other’s name graffiti written on their faces, and the photo of soaking hot spring eggs together and being scalded by the egg yolk, sticking out their tongues, and the photo of sitting on the balcony of the bedroom watching the gorgeous fireworks above their heads , and a photo of two people sweeping fallen leaves together, and then lighting the pile of fallen leaves and roasting sweet potatoes.

They took these photos and memories with them, and returned to Yokohama, where they needed to be exhausted, from the relaxed and cheerful foothills.

Yokohama City has also entered winter from late autumn. Although it is still late autumn in the foothills, Yokohama has only had a snowfall not long ago, dyeing this reinforced concrete forest with a blanket of white snow.

Pedestrians on the road also changed from their thin windbreakers to thick cotton-padded jackets and warm hats.

"It's about this time. We're ready to go treasure hunting."

Osamu Dazai flexed his wrist and said so.

"Is it just the two of us?" Araki Kongshi has been in this world for so long, and he also knows something about human beings.

"Although my speech spirit can transport some of it, if I want to transport 500 tons of gold, I'm afraid it won't last long."

Araki Kongyo, who had a further exchange with Osamu Dazai at the hot spring hotel, finally remembered to take good care of his fragile body.

If this body cannot withstand the strength and collapses, Araki Kongshi can only find a way to recreate another one-but the problem is that Dazai, the port mafia who has the three views of human beings and is actually quite suspicious, Will you believe that he is Araki Kongyo himself?

I have seen quite a lot of Araki Kongshi about reincarnation, leaning over, and relying on works from the literature on the earth, and I no longer dare to gamble on this possibility.

He didn't want to be like the characters in some works, when he came to see Osamu Dazai happily in a different body, he got suspicious and cold eyes from Osamu Dazai, or eyes of fear and disgust.

Just thinking about it made Araki Kongyo feel his heart ache.