The daily life of black Shizai and Buteizai after the interpenetration

18-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

Zhong Yuanzhong never felt that the road home would be so long.

The sun rose very quickly, even though Dazai Osamu's windbreaker covered his head, and the Central Plains was not exposed to the sun, but when the sun rose, the light shone on the earth, and his skin was still red, swollen, ulcerated, and painful, like tearing out flesh .

"Chuya, run two steps, we will be there soon."

22-year-old Dazai Osamu's voice is very soft, but it falls on Chuya's heart, but it is as heavy as a hill.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Nakahara Chuya asked.

"Of course I feel sorry for the dog I raise."

"Go to hell you!"

It is he who is dying now.

The two quickly ran a few steps, and finally returned to the downstairs of Nakaya's house, Dazai Osamu quickly pushed him into the shadows, and both of them were soaked in Nakahara Nakaya's broken flesh.

"...Go back, I'll apply medicine to you."

Dazai didn't look at him.

"Ah."

Zhong also felt that it was okay, this feeling of bleeding all over his body, wasn't it very similar to every time he got dirty?

The door opened, and Osamu Dazai pushed him in. It was the first time that the man was so flustered, he ran straight to find the medicine, and didn't even close the door.

Nakaya gave a "cut", he really wanted to punch Dazai twice, but he didn't have the strength yet.

He turned his head to close the door, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a white-haired kid at the door. The kid was looking up at him, holding a lump of shaved ice in his hand.

Where this child came from, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know.

"You... kid, did my appearance scare you?" Zhong also suddenly remembered himself when he was a child. At that time, he looked up at the members of the sheep like this. He needed help, he needed a home.

At that time, he really didn't envy anyone, because he didn't understand at all, so why would he be envious if he didn't understand.

However, the child's eyes are not pure.

The child suddenly frowned at him, raised his hand awkwardly to hold the back of his hand, and stuffed the shaved ice into his palm.

"This...you can eat it yourself." Zhong Yuanzhong was also very gentle, he said, "I won't eat it."

"Hey, eat it."

Unexpectedly, the boy hurried away after speaking, as if a little shy.

Quite like him.

Nakahara also sighed, and involuntarily took a bite of the shaved ice.

A cold feeling spread from his mouth, and then traveled down his throat and all over his body.

The stiff and painful body seemed to be much more comfortable.

"Yeah, what are you eating?" Dazai Osamu came from behind Nakaya, the man wrapped his arms around Nakahara Nakaya's upper body, held his wrist, poked his neck from around Nakaya's neck, and looked at the shaved ice together: "Steal Eating strangers."

"Hey! That's a child!"

"Oh? Child?" Dazai Osamu turned to look at him, but said, "...You, how is your skin getting better?"

22-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

The 22-year-old Zhong Yuanzhong also found that his skin was healed, and there was no more pain or burning sensation. If there were not traces of blood, he would have thought it was just a bitter dream.

Then, he went to see the shaved ice in his hand with Osamu Dazai.

Is that kid?

"What kind of child is that?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it carefully. In fact, he quite liked the child: "White hair, about ten years old, looks like a primary school student."

"Oh~" Dazai Osamu thought for a while, and seemed a little sure: "He must be the god of death."

"Reaper?! Such a young child..." Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't continue.

So the cute kid will be the Grim Reaper?

"Maybe he died very young."

"Then why did he help me?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't understand.

"I don't know." Osamu Dazai sighed, and suddenly asked: "By the way, he must be about the same height as Chuya, right?"

"Huh?! Who said that? He looks only 1.3 meters!"

Central Plains will never allow anyone to humiliate his height!

But Osamu Dazai didn't care how arrogant Nakahara Nakaya was, he drove the car and wanted to ask Nakaya to lie down in the trunk.

Chuya naturally wouldn't agree, so he jumped into the car, squatting in the back seat, and watched the 18-year-old Osamu Dazai go all the way from the front of the car to the side and open the door.

Osamu Dazai got into the car and turned his head to look at him, only to hear Osamu Dazai smile and say: "Chuya, you are really a good dog squatting here."

"Huh? Get out! Hey!"

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai started the car suddenly, Nakahara was caught off guard and stumbled.

"Hey! You, your driving skills are not as good as that of the 22-year-old!"

"Oh?"

18-year-old Osamu Dazai looked at him in the rearview mirror:

"Then I really want to dig out his driving skills from your mind, Chuya."

Nakahara also immediately scolded Osamu Dazai, but when he looked up again, he saw Osamu Dazai driving seriously.He slowly sat up straight, staring at Osamu Dazai as if appreciative, he wanted to see how the 18-year-old Osamu Dazai looked like when he was quiet.

But soon, they arrived home, and Zhong Yuanzhong always felt that time passed too fast, and he died in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go~"

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai suddenly clapped his hands vigorously. He said excitedly as if he was about to start a meal: "I can go home and raise it."

"what?!"

"That female doctor said that she didn't know what you should eat, so let's try one by one?" Osamu Dazai looked back at him, but suddenly his eyes widened and he said, "Is this group of people haunted?"

Nakahara also turned his head, only to see that people from the Armed Detective Agency had been waiting at his door for a long time, as well as Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

18-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

"Who cares who he is? As long as you are cured, Nakahara~" After Nakahara Nakaya finished talking about the child, Osamu Dazai happily closed the door, and asked Nakahara Nakaya to eat all the shaved ice: " Don't waste the gift of the god of death~ that is the real god of death."

"Huh?! Reaper?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't expect that such a child would be Reaper?

"Maybe it was a child who died at a very young age." Osamu Dazai said as he shook his waist and walked towards the living room: "Come on, come on, let's think about what we have for lunch? Hajime said——"

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang.

Could it be that the kid just came back?

Nakahara Nakata quickly opened the door, only to see Gojo Satoru and his two students standing at the door.

It's them again!

But this time Gojo Satoru didn't cover his eyes with something strange, but instead wore sunglasses with a pure black frame.

Be handsome!People like them like to pretend to be handsome!

"Hello, why are you so bloody? Who was injured?" Gojo Satoru asked in surprise.

Zhong also heard that Hajime told Gojo Satoru to go to the 22-year-old world, so Gojo Satoru naturally knew that he was dead.So he told Wujo Satoru what happened after his death, and finally talked about the strange child of death.

"Oh~" After that, Gojo Satoru said, "Then, that kid should be Hajime's captain."

"Pfft, huh?!" Zhongyuan Zhong was also shocked suddenly. Could it be that the world of Death is so involuntary?How can even elementary school students be captains?

Even Dazai Osamu was shocked, he was still thinking, maybe Mori Ogai would like that kid.

"Ah, because Hajime said that his captain is as short as you, Chuya, but super strong." Hirohito Katsuobu explained: "So we think, that should be Captain Shinigami."

"..." Nakahara Nakaya turned around to see that Dazai Osamu was walking step by step, so he said, "Look, even elementary school students work so hard, why do you have any reason to be a saltwater mackerel?"

After hearing this, Osamu Dazai laughed so hard, he raised his head and said, "Since you're here, let's talk about it. You guys also have a look at the meal I prepared for the undead~"

Wait a minute, whose house is this?

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【small theater:】

22 Dazai: I cook the dishes myself~

18 Zhongye: What happens after the undead die?

18 Dazai: Huh?

22 Zhongye: Your consciousness is very high, you can’t eat the food he cooks, you will die if you eat it.

22 Dazai cried: Is my food as bad as my reputation?

22 Zhongye: Well, I’m not that good either.

18 Dazai took out a lump of raw meat: Chuya, come, eat~