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Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to have had a very long dream.

He usually doesn't dream. He hasn't had a dream since he became conscious at the age of eight. Every time he closes his eyes, what awaits him is boundless darkness, and he keeps falling in the darkness.

Therefore, at the age of 17, when people speculated that they were just non-human beings composed of a bunch of codes, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't even know how to refute them.

It was Osamu Dazai who insisted that the code could not make up such a strange person in Zhongye, and forcibly said some messy remarks, which made Zhongyuan Zhongye forget about this.

In this dream, he vaguely remembered a lot about the time when he was 17 years old.

The deepest memory is that when he was 17 years old, he and Dazai Osamu finished a mission, and on the way back, he met a strangely dressed traveler.

The traveler was dressed in Taisho period costumes, holding a sword in his hand with a long tassel hanging on it, he gave Osamu Dazai a strange look, and said, "I have seen you."

It was an unremarkable evening in the afternoon, behind the traveler was a large cloud of fire like smoke and mist, which made the dark robe on his body extraordinarily solemn, and Zhong Yuanzhong also looked into his eyes.

It was an innocent iris.

In the deepest part of the iris, it turned out to be a purgatory on earth, with blood everywhere.

The stimulation made Zhongyuan Zhongya wake up from the dream all at once, his hand curled up a little uncomfortably, and suddenly touched a relatively cold and soft object.

It wasn't until he opened his eyes completely that he realized that the object was Osamu Dazai's hand.

After becoming the leader, Osamu Dazai, who has always advertised himself as mature and steady, leaned against his bed tiredly, with pale cheeks and messy hair, and a black coat draped over his body, as if his whole body had blended with the darkness , only one face is cold and pale.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly remembered the appearance of that traveler. After waking up from the dream, he found that he didn't remember that person's appearance at all, but only remembered that person's deep iris-colored eyes, which were almost as tall as that person's. He stood under the scorching sun with the dark robe on the ground, but it was as heavy as if he had walked from the abyss.

The brain was caught off guard as if it had been pricked by a needle. Nakahara sat up on the bed, looked around, and saw a pure white cashmere blanket beside him. He bent down and picked it up, intending to put it on Osamu Dazai. Let him sleep comfortably.

Because from the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Osamu Dazai leaning against his bed, pursing his lips all the time, as if he was thinking about something, and the hand he just touched was also cold.

He felt that Osamu Dazai was probably cold.

Although Chuya Nakahara's movements were more careful, he still inadvertently disturbed Osamu Dazai. When his quilt was about to cover Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes vigilantly and grabbed Nakahara Nakahara. Also the wrist.

His speed was so fast that Chuya Nakahara didn't dodge at the first time. When he held him straight, Chuya Nakahara felt a little emotional for a while. When he was not by Dazai Osamu's side, Dazai Osamu's physical skills had already Has it gotten that good?

Osamu Dazai said, "Who?"

Zhong Yuan, whose wrist was directly pinched red, also looked at him expressionlessly.

Osamu Dazai's eyes flicked over the white sheet that fell on the ground, and then at Chuya Nakahara's wrist, but he didn't let go immediately, he was never someone who would be embarrassed, especially when facing Chuya Nakahara.

He just blinked his eyes in confusion, blinking away the moisture in his eyes, and put on a gentle look. : "Chuya, are you awake?"

Nakahara Chuya's wrist twisted and he got out of Dazai Osamu's hand. He said to Dazai Osamu: "Well, you...why are you here?"

In Nakahara Chuya's superficial consciousness, he only vaguely remembered that when he finally opened the dirty, Osamu Dazai rushed to him.

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything, but when he said it, Osamu Dazai seemed to think of something strange, he looked at Chuya Nakahara, and asked, “Chuya, before I came, didn’t I already tell you, pay attention Safety."

"If I don't arrive in time, Chuya, tell me, you know exactly what will happen?"

... There was also a moment of silence in the Central Plains, he was himself, how could he not know what the ending of the story was.

Facts have proved that he was already in the stage of losing consciousness at that time. If Osamu Dazai hadn't arrived, the people there probably wouldn't even want to survive. Not to mention, it is estimated that even the entire auction house would be given to him when he died. Burial, or, on a larger scale, the entire city.

Nakahara was also unwilling to deceive Osamu Dazai, he truthfully expressed his inner thoughts, he said: "Maybe I will die."

Osamu Dazai looked at him fixedly, and he didn't open his mouth to complain, but he said very relaxedly, as if chatting with Nakahara Chuya: "Yes, if Chuya died, how could Chuya be sorry for me?"

Nakahara also knew he was wrong, he didn't want to think too much about the future that Osamu Dazai said.

So Zhongyuan Zhong also forcibly changed the subject and said, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Osamu Dazai saw that he had changed the subject, but he didn't bother much. He said: "Because I received news from Mr. Yumura before, he was a bit hesitant to speak, and I felt something was wrong, so I came here."

Yumura-kun is the name of the owner of the auction house.

Osamu Dazai said: "If there is nothing wrong, then I will spend one more day with you in this small city, if there is..."

Osamu Dazai didn't say anything in detail, he just looked at Nakahara Nakaya and smiled: "As expected, I came to rescue Nakaya."

Zhong Yuan was also made more guilty by his smile, although he didn't know what he was guilty of, but when he met Dazai Osamu's eyes, he always had a feeling that he was sorry for Dazai Osamu.

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted softly: "This is just a small accident. If I hadn't met them, how could I be so dirty."

Speaking of this, thinking of the group of people he saw yesterday, Nakahara Chuya's eyes were slightly indifferent: "Have you found out their whereabouts? Where are they from, and why are their abilities so strange."

Especially the leader, the man named Kuroro.

Nakahara Chuya still remembers the way he held the book in both hands and smiled mysteriously at him.

That organization was too mysterious, as if it had appeared from the sky, and Zhongyuan Zhong had never heard of their names before.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw it so solemnly.

Osamu Dazai didn't take it for a while, and said casually: "I'm already looking for someone to investigate, and you don't need to worry about it. It won't be long before there will be an answer."

Chuya Nakahara wanted to say something, but Osamu Dazai grabbed his hand.

Osamu Dazai's hand was colder than before, it was almost like a piece of ice sticking to Chuya Nakahara's wrist.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes inevitably fell on his wrist, and he watched Dazai Osamu pull his wrist and put it under his cheek.

Then Osamu Dazai rubbed Nakahara Chuya's hand like a kitten, and lay down next to his bed again. After opening his eyes, the color on his body was much brighter, even in the dark, those pair of eyes His clear, kite-colored eyes were shining with light, and he lazily squinted his eyes and said to Nakahara Chuya, "Chuya, I'm so sleepy."

The voice is soft and sticky, like cotton candy, and like the cat in Lupin who always likes to sit on the bar and lick its fur.

It's hard not to let people's hearts soften for a while, and go back to those leisurely and comfortable nights.

Nakahara Nakaya, who was always fooled by Dazai Osamu a hundred times, immediately softened his heart. He looked at Dazai Osamu and asked, "Did you come here directly after work?"

Osamu Dazai nodded, his sleepy nodding looked particularly innocent, the hair on his head was a little bit messy, and he said in a daze, "I've been on the ship for a long time. , and then rushed to Chuya's side."

"...Then go to sleep."

Zhong Yuan also sat on the bed and said softly, giving up resistance.

They are currently staying in the hotel prepared by the owner of the auction for Chuya Zhongyuan.

It was a very spacious suite, and the curtains beside it were drawn so tightly that no light could penetrate at all, and all sounds were covered, making it impossible to tell whether it was night or day.

In the darkness, he looked down at Osamu Dazai falling into a deep sleep, the light in his eyes was rare and soft.

And Osamu Dazai let go of all his defenses directly in front of Chuya Nakahara, sleeping soundly like a child, probably except for Chuya Nakahara, even Dazai himself didn't know, when Dazai fell asleep, he was used to He likes to be pressed on the soft quilt, and his hair is scattered when he sleeps.

Because Osamu Dazai was in a light sleep, Nakahara didn't dare to move, he sat there, stared at Dazai for a while, even Nakahara couldn't help but started to feel sleepy.

He leaned on the bed, and slowly fell on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

And outside the window that Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know, dark clouds covered everything.

The Port Mafia Black Lizard Group, which followed Osamu Dazai belatedly, led people and almost slaughtered the people in the city. Blood scattered every street, and the light rain washed away the traces of their coming, and the blood flowed Into the underground waterway.

Guangjin stood in the rain holding an umbrella, watching them gather neatly in front of him, expressing nothing, and lowered his head to glance at the watch on his wrist.

"There's still half an hour left to clear the scene."

This is a scene that the leader does not want to be seen by the Central Plains Zhongye cadres, and they naturally want to do their best.

·

After Nakahara Nakaya woke up that night, he followed Dazai Osamu on the port mafia plane and went back.

After returning, before he even started to think about the whereabouts of those people, he received the appointment notice from Osamu Dazai.

Dazai Osamu's pale face was reflected by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Dazai Osamu sat at the leader's desk and said softly: "Chuya, there is a problem with the overseas business chain, and you may need to run for a while."

As he spoke, he handed out the report in his hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took it over and took a look. It clearly listed the details of his absence in the past few months, and he had indeed lost a lot.

He frowned and said, "Is there someone who shouldn't be there?"

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips in embarrassment, shook his head, and said, "I don't know what happened. If I want to know what happened, I might have to go and see it myself."

What he said was very sincere, and the report handed over to Nakahara Chuya also clearly stated that Osamu Dazai was not lying.

But Nakahara looked at the smiling face in front of Osamu Dazai, always felt inexplicably alienated from himself.

It seemed that Osamu Dazai, who fell asleep peacefully by his side that day, disappeared forever at this moment.

He pinched the report and responded, taking over the task.

Turning around to leave, when he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head and said to Osamu Dazai.

"If you need me, be sure to call me."

Osamu Dazai seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then quickly reflected, and nodded to him with a smile: "Okay, if that time comes, I will definitely tell Chuya."

Nakahara also tried to find a trace of hypocrisy on his cheeks, but unfortunately the longer his eyes stayed on Dazai Osamu's cheeks, the more he found it.

This time, Osamu Dazai didn't have any expression on his face that he could taste at all, Osamu Dazai faced him, hiding any expression.

He said: "...OK."

Zhong Yuanzhong also pushed the door open, and he left the chief's office.

That night, I got on the plane to go overseas. Dazai Osamu did not come to see me off, but Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka came.

Izumi Jinghua, whom I haven't seen for a long time, is still only as tall as Atsushi Nakajima's shoulders, standing next to him, like the little tail that Atsushi Nakajima has existed since he was born.

Quan Jinghua handed Zhongyuan Zhongya a small bag with a slumped face: "Here, this is for you."

Izumi Kyouka's face is paralyzed, but she looks very cute, with two long ponytails, she looks like a special Japanese doll, especially likes to wear beautiful kimonos, talk It's like spitting out ice scum.

After hearing this, Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help laughing a little, and he raised his hand to stroke her head.

Atsushi Nakajima is an exception in the port mafia, because he usually wears white clothes, but his supernatural ability is the moon beast, so it is difficult not to get blood stains when he makes a move.

Nakahara also clearly saw the blood stains on his cuffs, and Nakajima Atsushi gently helped Izumi Jinghua to add her words: "Jinghua has recently started to learn how to make pastries, and this is her first bake, which is not bad. Cakes, so I want to give Mr. Chuya a taste."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little surprised: "Why did she think of learning this?"

According to what he knew about Quan Jinghua, Quan Jinghua entered the port mafia from a very young age.

All you learn is murder and arson. When did you become interested in making pastries?

Nakajima Atsushi scratched the back of his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Recently there has been a lot of gossip and it's hard to go out, so Kyoka tried it while staying at home."

Zhongyuan Zhong also bent his lower lip, not expressing his opinion on it, took the small bag from Quan Jinghua's hand, bent down and touched Quan Jinghua's head, the touch of his hands was hairy.

He said: "Thank you for your hard work, I will definitely cherish your gift."

Quan Jinghua looked at Chuya Zhongyuan with a straight face, and nodded expressionlessly: "Next time, I will give it to you again."

The corner of Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't help but twitched into a chuckle, and he smiled at Quan Jinghua: "Okay, I'm waiting for your gift."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yuanzhong also turned around and left neatly.

Standing helplessly behind him, Izumi Jinghua, who watched the Central Plains drift away, looked up at Atsushi Nakajima: "Tell me, in the near future, will Lord Central Plains come back again?"

Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips and shook his head: "Probably not."

When Nakahara Chuya-sama was with Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Chuya-sama’s overseas business was managed by Nakajima Atsushi. Although he is not as capable as Nakahara Chuya, it is still very easy to simply manipulate overseas data. easy thing.

But just last night, his database was breached directly, and those data links that were okay at first turned down sharply, and directly became negative numbers.

Atsushi Nakajima tracked down all night and used a lot of power from the port mafia.

The result of the final investigation told him that the location was the port mafia.

Those who dare to attack the port mafia in the port mafia, except Dazai Osamu, don't think of him at all.

Thinking of the news that all members of the Black Lizard were dispatched yesterday and have not yet returned, Atsushi Nakajima sighed deeply.

He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky. The dark clouds covered all the port mafia, and he couldn't see the depth.

Another bloody storm.

Atsushi Nakajima thought so, and took Izumi Kyoka back into the port mafia.

·

Indeed, as Atsushi Nakajima thought, in the next three months, Nakahara never came back.

He was almost imprisoned overseas by Osamu Dazai unilaterally. After completing a mission, there will always be another mission waiting for him.

Maybe there was no doubt at the beginning, but after being blocked by Dazai Osamu three times in a row, he still used a reason, no matter how stupid Nakahara was, he still reacted.

Besides, he wasn't stupid at all.

He looked at the well-organized control room in front of him, and at the phone in his hand that was hung up by Osamu Dazai again, and couldn't help sighing.

Turn around and walk towards the open-air balcony.

The night sea breeze blew through Nakahara Nakaya's hair, Nakahara Nakaya lowered his head, bit his cigarette, and took a puff.

After exhaling a round smoke ring, he only took a puff and never moved again.

The cigarette was caught between his slender fingertips, and the little bit of scarlet slowly devoured the light-white cigarette. Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned against the fence, watching the lingering smoke being blown away by the sea breeze.

he thinks.

"Although I know this is a normal thing, it is still very uncomfortable."

·

Although this is something that the Central Plains also agrees with.

When he was rejected by Osamu Dazai that day, he chose to throw up his sleeves and leave.

But he really didn't expect that the separation of adults would come so quickly.

Silent again.

In an instant, the trace disappeared without a trace.

The author has something to say: Thank you for watching.

晚上应该可能还有一更，如果我准时写完了的话！感谢在2021-08-2215:30:23~2021-08-2303:59:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Qin Shu 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 50 bottles of beggars carrying handles; 12 bottles of Klein Moretti;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!