Leader Zai Fengping was killed

The sound is very nice.

This is my first impression of the gentleman who is destined to be stalked by me with my back to the door of the bar.

Being able to directly open a bottle of Romanee-Conti in a bar is obviously rich.This is good.If the person who came was a poor man who came to the bar to get drunk after a broken relationship, even I would feel a little bit embarrassed when I was cheated.

Well, although I will not change my decision no matter what, it is of course best to have a good conscience!

I adjusted my sitting posture, making sure that the other party could see my sad expression.It should not be too deliberate, but "inadvertently" exudes a melancholy atmosphere that makes people want to explore in depth.It's like fishing, hooking that bold gentleman over.

This is not difficult for me.

In the cosplay that led me to time travel, there was a scene where I communicated with Oda Saku in a bar.The "I" in the plot is so pitiful that even I couldn't help but sigh after watching it myself.Acting with the feeling at the time, even if it only shows [-]% of the performance, it must be enough!

It would be even better if you can cover your eyes with a layer of water mist like crushed ice.It seems that the existence of tears will undoubtedly add a persuasive force to "sorrow", and it will be easier to deceive sympathy and love.

But it's a pity, since I haven't acted for a long time, I'm a lot rusty, and I haven't been able to skillfully use this skill for a while.As for cosplay, to that extent, it is just "everyday" and far from "acting"!

But it doesn't matter.My own magical charm that attracted many strange adults because of improper control when I was young, combined with the popular "melancholy handsome guy with a story" fashionable character design-absolutely impossible to fail!No matter who it is, I will catch it for you!

Ah, the breath has changed.

After realizing this, I made a little V in my heart.

Sure enough, as I expected, this charm beyond common sense still exists in me.After all, the reason why I was rejected by the club was entirely Dazai's fault!

"You bastard...how dare you show up here. How dare you, Dazai!"

Eh?

"Dazai"?

This is not quite what I thought.

Unexpected developments made me unable to help looking up at the meal ticket gentleman who seemed to have mistaken me for Osamu Dazai, who was originally planned for the next few days.

One step slower.

The howling fist wind hit me, the speed was unbelievably fast.Before I could react, a fist with tremendous power landed on me.

"Ugh-"

I never thought that I would be treated so roughly, and I have never suffered this level of injury since I was conscious.Severe pain exploded in my abdomen, and I curled up reflexively.

I haven't eaten since the morning, I have consumed a lot of energy after time travel and the fight with Akutagawa, and I drink alcohol on an empty stomach...all these make my stomach extremely fragile.

The pain after being hit made my eyes black, and I lost my ability to see for a short time.I vaguely felt the wetness in my eyes, and the "tears" that I regretted not being able to fake not long ago, now actually existed under the circumstances.

Ahh... I knew it would be like this.

It is precisely because I have known it for a long time that I—— have always—

"Live" means nothing to me.I cannot experience any of the pleasures that belong to strangers.Whether it's the longing for the future, the joy of success, or friendship, love, family affection, and so on, I can't understand them all.

On the contrary, the only thing I can feel when I am alive is pain.

My pain stems from "thinking".Just thinking about it hurts.I can't stop myself from thinking, and the more I think, the more painful it is.Day after day, year after year, this mental torture kept pushing me to the other side.Belonging to the side of the dead.

In fact, I was looking forward to death.Honestly, I would love to be in a situation where I need to sacrifice myself to save someone else.It would be a great relief to me if I could bring a sliver of happiness to the world with my rotten life, even if it was just to save another person's life.

It's just a pity that I didn't get such an opportunity until I crossed over.

As for suicide.I will never commit suicide.

I can endure mental torture, but I can't tolerate physical pain.Even a small cut of one centimeter long would make me want to cry in pain.

Suicide is too painful.It is impossible for me to inflict pain on myself.

It hurts the same, but it's different.To sacrifice oneself in order to do good deeds, at least when suffering physical pain, one can gain some spiritual comfort.If you just end your life meaninglessly by yourself, you will get nothing but pain.

"Fear of pain" has long been known, so I have been paying attention to avoiding physical injuries as much as possible.So far, it has been doing well.

However, I never imagined that one day I would encounter such a thing.He didn't even see the other person's face clearly, and didn't know the other person's identity, so he was punched by a stranger unexpectedly.

"it hurts……"

It really hurts.

If he was a few years younger, maybe he would just cry out, right?

But now, as a mature adult, I have suffered such pain for the first time in my life, and I can calmly analyze the current situation in spite of the pain.

Mr. Rough mistook me for Osamu Dazai, that was obvious.

Considering that there is still a distance between us from the gate to the bar, and I basically turned my back to him, only turning slightly, not even a side profile, so that I can be "recognized" at a glance. Mr. Cranky is not very familiar with Dazai.

But he probably wasn't too familiar with it—at least not familiar enough with the current Osamu Dazai.Regardless of what's inside, Wu Zhenzai's superficial temperament is frivolous.As for me, who was sitting in front of the bar, for the sake of fishing, I made a realistic and melancholy appearance, which was completely different from Buteizai.

It should be an "old acquaintance" who knew Dazai very well a few years ago and rarely met in recent years, Mr. Rough.

The phrase "How dare you appear here" also revealed a lot of information.

It sounds like he's complaining about the tone of a heartless person... Just kidding.However, it can indeed be speculated that for Mr. Rough, Osamu Dazai should be a role like a betrayer who failed him.

And "here", this bar, maybe Osamu Dazai often came here before his betrayal, and he may have met Mr. Rough here many times... It was a place that he could enter before his betrayal, but now he has lost his qualifications.

When it comes to "betrayal", it's really hard not to think about it!About Osamu Dazai of this world who defected from the port mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency after being cleansed.

As such.

I used to be very familiar and now I am not familiar with it can be explained, the phrase "I dare to appear here" can be explained, and the fist greeting when we meet can also be explained.

I also found out the reason why I was under the spotlight when I first came in. I am afraid that those guests are members of the port mafia.And this bar is also an internal industry belonging to the port mafia.

Ah, what a coincidence.

Someone seemed to let out a cold laugh in his heart.

Don't give a damn.The person who sneered in my heart was naturally only me.

The black shadow in front of him gradually disappeared.For some reason, Mr. Rough didn't attack me again after he punched me when I was powerless to resist.Thanks to this, after a little bit of pain, I was able to open my eyes and see who the rough man who hit me was.

Orange hair, top hat, chocker, black windbreaker—tsk, another acquaintance.

The Gravity Envoy of the Port Mafia, one of the five major cadres, once called the "Double Black" combat power ceiling together with Osamu Dazai, Nakahara Nakahara, the conscience of Hong Kong Black.

The above is the description of the stylist girl about Zhengxian Zhongye.

In the if line, he is "my" most loyal subordinate, the ultimate barrier to protect "my" life safety.Although they quarrel from time to time, they can bring happiness to "me" and have a good relationship with "me".

"I" also liked him very much, and after his death, he handed over the position of the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters.In order not to make him feel sad for witnessing the death of "I", he was deliberately transferred away from Yokohama before jumping off the building.

Most importantly, he is "my" dog.

These are also what the stylist girl told me.The credibility should be okay, because during the filming of the cosplay feature film, the coser of Zhongye and I had a very intimate rivalry scene - like he was pulling my tie, pulling my collar, and pulling my scarf And so on, in short, they are very close to me, the kind whose faces are almost touching.

It is impossible for people who are not close to get so close, right?Even the breathing of each other is entangled, to be honest, it's a little bit out of bounds.

By the way, when taking these photos, due to the height difference, we were standing one by one, otherwise the above actions would not have been possible to complete smoothly.

Chuya in front of him looks even smaller than the cosplayer.The delicate face and dangerous aura, together with the black chocker on the neck, exudes a unique charm full of sex.

If he didn't give me a punch as soon as we met, I think I should like him.but now……

"Hey Dazai, are you alright?"

ha!This perpetrator actually pretended to care about me, an unfortunate victim!Who is it that I owe it to, I am in such a mess!

But having said that - it's obviously my dog, why did it bite the master back!

The next moment I answered myself: because this Chuya is not my Chuya, it is Wu Zhenzai's Chuya.

Ah, so Chuya has a bad relationship with the Dazai of this world!Is that...

"Hey, Chuya." I tried my best to put on a friendly expression, "Why don't you come to be my dog?"

In this world, Chuya and Dazai have a bad relationship, which means that Chuya's position of "Master" is still vacant.I think I am a very suitable candidate, after all, in my world, Zhong Ye and I get along very well!

Chuya, who has no owner, and me, who doesn't have a dog, are very suitable.

"Huh?!" Faced with my friendly proposal, Zhong didn't know why he suddenly became very angry, "What are you talking about, bastard mackerel!"

The expression on his face was terrible, as if he was going to beat me up in the next second.Feeling the pain in my abdomen, I instantly felt relieved.

Well, I'll talk about whether it's a dog or not later.For me, the most important thing now is to successfully touch porcelain.

As it happens, Mr. Rough hit me not too long ago.Now I can't be regarded as touching porcelain, I was really hurt!

After making up my mind, I slammed towards the center and rushed over.Ignoring Zhong's desire to dodge, he quickly hung himself on him.

"Zhong also hit me so badly..."

I cried in a pitiful tone.

"Tch, I'm already very polite! For you, a traitor, I should just give you three bullets in accordance with the Mafia's practice!" Pull me off.

"However, I didn't defect from the port mafia!" I looked innocent, trying to hold on to Zhong and not let go, "Chu also admitted the wrong person, I am not the Dazai of this world."

"what?"

"It's true! I have become the leader of the port mafia. In my world, Zhong is also my most loyal cadre!"

Maybe there is something else related...well, that's needless to say.I'm not interested.It's disgusting to think about developing some other relationship with a dark gruff Mr.