The daily life of black Shizai and Buteizai after the interpenetration

22-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

Central Plains also started "filth", and he didn't know what happened in this process, but he didn't expect that Ah Er would give all the remaining power to the young Dazai Osamu, and that Ah Er actually came from the future.

"The 16-year-old world is not peaceful."

Hearing 22 Osamu Dazai talk about his journey, Nakahara was also very grateful that Osamu Dazai was not killed by the bombing.

but……

There is really something missing in my heart, an empty piece.

At the age of 22, he yearns for truth, while that boy Dazai Osamu is crazy, but he does not pretend.

"It's good that everyone is safe." Atsushi Nakajima smiled happily, and invited Chuya Nakahara: "Mr. Nakahara, please go back to the detective agency with us. Although your wound is no longer bleeding, you still need to rest for a long time. "

"Wow, Chuya has been under the care of our detective agency these days?" Osamu Dazai laughed.

"Who, who wants to go back with you?"

It's still fighting, fighting, hurting and scolding each other, they haven't changed anything, the double black is still the double black, and will always be the double black.

"I'm leaving!"

Nakahara didn't want to see Osamu Dazai's face again, I hate it!

"You are still 16, you are cute and pitiful, look at you now, childish!"

Yeah, Osamu Dazai hates him too, they have always hated each other.

"16 Dazai is also much better than you, and now you are like a jellybean who can't stand upright."

Nakahara was also taken away by Akutagawa Ryunosuke while cursing, and his life finally returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"You don't seem very happy."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke actually knew him very well.

"Who said that? I've been happy."

Nakahara Nakaya was supported by Akutagawa Ryunosuke to walk with difficulty.

It was like this again, "Dirty" was opened, Dazai Osamu stopped him, he passed out, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke helped him back home.

No one went to his house to disturb him, he could drink red wine alone, sometimes he would bring Akutagawa Ryunosuke a glass.

"Hey, have a drink tonight?"

Central Plains also asked.

"You're too badly hurt to drink."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said.

"..."

There is also a sense of frustration in the Central Plains.

Later, he was sent home by Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and then that guy left, and Nakahara had to stagger around the house. He really needed to rest. He was too tired and hurt too much these days.

After turning on the light, Zhong Yuanzhong also took off his hat, and hung the hat on the hat rack with a flick of his hand. His movements were clean and neat, and he didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.

Looking at his pile of "equipment" again, Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed, took off his clothes and walked towards the bed.

The bed was wide and big enough for two people.

But he prefers the pajamas wardrobe, because there is a world in the wardrobe, no one will betray, and no one will leave.

Thinking about it, Zhong Yuan staggered towards the closet again, and stopped at the door. After bowing his head in silence for a long time, he slowly put his palm on the sliding door of the closet, and pulled it open decisively.

The closet was empty and there was nothing there. Zhong Yuanzhong also poked his head in to have a look, then slowly climbed up and shrank himself into the quilt.

Turning over twice, Nakahara Nakahara shook off the pillow irritably. The boy Dazai Osamu lived here for a night before, and the smell of that person still seems to remain here.

"It stinks, little mackerel."

The pillow was thrown out along the sliding door, and then fell heavily on the ground with a muffled sound, and there was no sound again.

"Damn it."

Nakahara Chuya's voice echoed in the empty house, as if there was an echo.

At this time, he suddenly thought of a very earthy sentence:

It's not that your house is getting bigger, it's that your heart is in turmoil.

"Go to hell, Osamu Dazai, go to hell all of you!"

Turning over again, Zhong Yuanzhong gradually fell asleep without turning off the lights.

Everything in his life has returned to normal, and he can never stay what needs to go. His life is too many passers-by.

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When Osamu Dazai returned to his den, it was already completely dark.I don't know if it's because of the power of the god of death, but now he is very sensitive to the night, as if he can accurately locate every breath of death, he can detect where life comes and where the living die.

God of death is really not a good job.

Osamu Dazai chuckled secretly, and then floated to his bedside like a carp streamer and sat down.He raised his head and thought for a while, then suddenly bent down and took out a bunch of photos from the bedside cabinet to look at.

That was him in the past.

Between the ages of 15 and 18, he...

And Zhongyuan Zhongye.

"Stupid!" Osamu Dazai carefully observed Nakahara Chuya in the photo, also from their age of 15 to 18, looked around and scolded them, but was a little happy.

but……

Osamu Dazai suddenly realized that this kind of feeling was not what he wanted, and the Nakahara Chu in this photo could not bring him more than joy. It might be a pity for acquaintance, he didn't understand.

He is not the young Osamu Dazai, and the 22-year-old Nakahara is not the young slug either.

Everything they've been through has changed, so they're never the same person.

How can people with different trajectories and memories be called "they"?

"If the god of death thinks too much, how can he supersede the souls of the dead?"

The door was pushed open suddenly, and it was Kunikida Dopō.

When Dazai turned his head, he saw Nakuni Kida Doppo walking over with a small diary, he just said: "Did I forget to close the door?"

"Yes, you forgot." Kunikida Doppo said, "The president asked me to see how you are doing."

"Fortunately, Shinigami's recovery ability is very strange." Osamu Dazai turned his arm, and the pain was indeed gone.

"Nakahara Nakahara was always taking care of that 16-year-old you before." Kunikida Doppo pulled up a chair and sat down facing Osamu Dazai: "With all due respect, you are a stinky fart as a young man."

"what."

Would Osamu Dazai not know?The person he hates the most in his life is Nakahara Chuya, and the person he hates the most is himself.

"It's also clingy."

"Clinging to you?"

"Of course it's Nakahara Chuya." Kunikida pushed the frame of the mirror: "The words are more straightforward than you, and he said that he is only Nakahara Chuya in this world. Heh, it's much more disgusting than you looking for someone to die in love with."

"..."

"Zhongyuan Zhongye has always been very important to you, right?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai crossed his arms and didn't deny it this time.

"Double black, very good."

"He's my partner." Osamu Dazai said again: "But the Xiaozhong I met in another world is also different..."

"Normal." Kunikida Doppo patted his palm with a small diary: "He is him, Nakahara Chuya is also Nakahara Chuya, they have the same name, but they met you at a different time. That Chuya met you You were already 22 years old at the time, and he was still a teenager. Besides, he had just encountered a major turning point in his life. At this time, a stronger and mature you appeared, and you would want to protect him even more, and feel more responsible not to hurt him. "

"what."

"At least there are more things than the Central Plains who faced us, because...they are not the same person." Kunikida Doppo continued: "Believe me, you are different to him."

"Will it be different?"

"Well, because you are more hypocritical than the 16-year-old you." Kunikida Doppo slammed his notebook on Dazai Osamu's face: "You were 16 and shot three times on the wall of the detective agency, and you lost money! After paying the medical expenses of the detective agency, he still has a contract of prostitution. And... you haven't been at work for the past few days, and your salary will be deducted."

"……Hey!"

Osamu Dazai looked at his empty wallet, and suddenly wanted to grab the young Osamu Dazai's neck and bleed hard.

"That's what I'm here for."

Kunikida Doppo finished speaking and left without looking back. He is indeed the best time manager.

He had already said a few more words to Osamu Dazai, which was a waste of time.

Time is yen!

That's right.

Osamu Dazai threw his head back on his own bed, and thought about it... It is not as comfortable as Nakahara Chuya's house, probably because Nakahara Chuya is also a "rich woman".

-

Two days later, everything seemed to be on the right track, Nakahara Chuya continued his way of repaying favors, every day when he saw discounted red wine, he would swear, and when he saw Osamu Dazai, he would curse, like this moment...

Nakahara Nakaya was holding two bottles of red wine, and happened to run into Dazai Osamu who was holding a bunch of bandages. As the saying goes: We meet on a narrow road, but we still go the same way!

"Don't follow me ~ Chuya."

"Who wants to follow you? I'll go this way too!"

Chuya Nakahara snorted, and even cursed at the 16-year-old Osamu Dazai.

"Chuya, do you miss the 16-year-old me? I heard that he ran behind your back many times~"

"Yes, why don't you want to?" Zhongyuan Zhong replied immediately without even thinking about it: "I want to kill him."

Chuya Nakahara, who speaks insincerely, Osamu Dazai understands too well.

they are the same.

"I hate that little slug too~"

"cut!"

"Hey! You still owe the detective agency favors, but you sold yourself."

"roll!"

"If you tell me to get out, I'll get out. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

"go to hell!"

The two cursed and finally reached a fork in the road. They were about to part ways, and both of them were quiet.

"Go away, I'm so annoying."

Zhongyuan Zhong also took two quick steps, who would have thought that a person suddenly fell from the sky, and that person firmly blocked their way, well, it was Wujo Wu again!

"Conjurer." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know Wujo Wu's expression, after all, he couldn't see Wujo Wu's eyes.

"What's the matter? The dead soul curse spirit in your place hasn't been wiped out?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"No, our place is very safe." Gojo Satoru said, "I ask you, what time is it here?"

"..." Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, and then replied, "It's almost five o'clock in the afternoon."

"I mean how long has it been since the battle ended?" Gojo Satoru was rarely so serious.

"Two days!" Zhong Yuan said speechlessly.

"..." Who would have thought, Gojo Wu said, "I just went to the boy Shuanghei to have a look, and you would never have imagined that two years have passed since that battle between them."

"..."

two years? ! !

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The author has something to say:

【small theater:】

22 Dazai: Two years?Isn't that—

22 Zhongye: Isn't there a problem?

22 Dazai: Aren't they adults? !

22 Zhongye: ... What about being an adult?

22 Dazai: You can die (love (ai!)

22 Zhongye: Go to hell!