Chapter 49 How can I drive without a car?

We met again after four years.

There was no anger, questioning or misunderstanding as imagined.

After being easily forgiven by Hayana, Dazai Osamu found that he was about to face a mixed doubles match between the two of them.

"I've wanted to beat you up for a long time." There was a vicious look on Hayana Takanashi's pretty face, and she was rubbing her hands together, eager to try.

Nakahara Chuuya's cobalt blue eyes could not tell his emotion. The only thing that could be seen was that he, like the girl next to him, was about to give Dazai Osamu a good beating.

When his partner, who hadn't seen him for a long time, looked at him, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Needless to say, I've always wanted to beat you up."

He has always wanted to beat up Dazai Osamu.

This is what we have always done when organizing.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Dazai Osamu would leave one day and abandon Hayana and him.

"Hey, are you prepared? Dazai." ×2.

The two of them showed their classic evil smiles in perfect harmony.

Are you ready to face their anger after four years of waiting?

Are you ready for whatever's coming next?

"You were talking on the phone with a colleague on your way here." Hayana Kotori walked up to Dazai Osamu. Although she was shorter than the young man, she looked up at him, her small size and imposing presence filled with malice. "No matter how badly you get beaten up, no one will come to save you even if you scream for help, right?"

She said this because she wanted him to run away.

It’s true that I wanted to beat him up, but it’s also true that I didn’t want to beat him up.

Dazai doesn't look much stronger than before. Apart from his height increase, he is still so thin.

"Yeah." Facing the stubborn gaze of Hayana Kotori, Dazai Osamu's eyes were clear and his voice was like a spring breeze but very firm.

"So, I won't run away."

"No matter what kind of punch it is, I will take it, hold it in my arms, and feel your emotions."

This is what he should do after being away for four years.

If they fail to pass this level, they will never be able to go back to the way they were before.

"You bastard." Hayana Takanashi's face turned black and she grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar.

He pulled him down with great force, aimed his fist with extraordinary strength at his face, and hit him in an instant!

"Gurgle~"

The fist suddenly stopped with force, less than 1 cm away from the young man's handsome face. Dazai Osamu could even feel the wind from the fist hitting his face.

If this punch is not retracted.

If he gets hit head on, I'm afraid he'll end up in the hospital.

I'm not kidding, I really will go to the hospital.

The scene was dead silent.

The fist that was in front of his face slowly retracted, and when he moved his eyes, he saw Hayana Kotori looking at him with a very subtle look.

"Fasting to commit suicide?" she asked curiously.

Dazai Osamu had been hungry before, but he had never lost his composure like this in public.

...a little funny and a little novel.

"No," Dazai turned his head away, a look of grievance gradually rising on his fair cheeks, pitiful, with a layer of mist in his eyes, "I haven't eaten since this morning."

It’s not that I didn’t want to eat, but that I didn’t eat.

What Hayana Kotori noticed was the pitiful tone of the young man as he acted coquettishly and asked her for comfort.

Dazai Osamu always succeeds when he shows weakness.

No one could refuse Dazai Osamu's deliberate show of weakness.

"Stop acting like a spoiled child!" She shook Dazai Osamu's collar vigorously.

The man in his hand was shaken dizzy by the force, and then sat on the ground with his head spinning.

He then realized that he had been released.

The person who released him was discussing with another person, "Chuuya, how about you throw the first punch?"

"Wait a minute, Hayana~" He grabbed the hand of the person next to him and pressed his whole body against her. As her face suddenly darkened, Dazai Osamu made a pitiful request: "If Chuuya throws the first punch, there will be no future. You won't be able to hit me, and my punches will be in vain."

The next time they meet, Hayana will beat him up again.

As for Chuuya, after seeing Hayana being beaten, he would definitely be eager to try again.

Kotori Hayana thought for a moment, then squatted down, her distinct black and white eyes looking straight at Dazai Osamu: "Do you really want to be beaten by me?"

"Why don't you ask me why I didn't eat?" He said softly.

Hayana Kotori didn't ask directly, but touched his body. Under the young man's exaggerated shy voice, she took out his wallet and opened it——

Nothing.

She turned her wallet upside down and shook it twice, then exclaimed in surprise, "There's not even a coin in here!"

"There are still more than ten days until the end of this month. How are we going to survive?"

What I actually want to ask is, if life in the detective agency is so difficult, why do you continue to stay here?

Seeing this scene, Nakahara Chuuya said nothing, but his bright eyes darkened a few shades.

He also didn't expect that Dazai Osamu was living such a miserable life now.

"Ranpo also works at the Armed Detective Agency," Kotori Hayato asked. "His salary is quite good. Why are you so miserable?"

They are all members.

Even if there is a gap between old employees and new employees, it is probably not that big.

Dazai Osamu sighed, spread his hands, and helplessly explained: "Absenteeism, skipping work, being late and leaving early, customer complaints, and leading the way in spreading the bad habit of slacking off... After a month, it has become like this."

"It's different from when I was in the Port Mafia." Under Hayana Kotori's silent and complicated gaze, Dazai Osamu leaned his head against her, his arms folded over his legs, and spoke with a pitiful and helpless nostalgia: "Back then, no matter what I did, there would be no such terrible thing as salary deductions. My wallet was full every month."

"A bulging wallet won't allow you to eat, and a flat wallet won't allow you to eat. Hayana, you understand me, right?"

Raising her hand to pat Dazai Osamu on the head, Hayato Kotori calmly pointed the finger at him, "Of course it's different. You were a hard worker in the Port Mafia, but you're a slacker in the Armed Detective Agency. Besides, compared to your previous huge salary, your current salary is just a glass of water. If you take two spoonfuls, it will be gone."

Not expecting this kind of reaction from the other party, Dazai Osamu blinked blankly, looking quite cute.

"But……"

He stretched out his voice and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Nakahara Chuuya.

The ochre-haired young man looked impatient. "But what's that? After all, it's all because of your own slacking off that your salary was docked. You don't take your work seriously, so who can you blame?"

"I have no motivation." Dazai's voice dropped to a low note, his clear eyes misting over as he stared at the ground. "I don't know why I feel so empty at the Armed Detective Agency. I don't feel like working. I just want to lie down and do nothing."

Kotori Hayato asked, "Are you sick?"

If you feel lazy all day, don't want to move, and just want to lie down, you may be sick.

"No." Dazai Osamu leaned closer to the woman next to him, "Because Hayana is not around."

Hayana Takanashi: "..."

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

Unexpectedly, he could even say such sweet words. Nakahara Chuuya grabbed Dazai Osamu and said, "Understand your position now. Don't get so close to Hayana!"

"Standpoint." Dazai sighed. His tone was inexplicably provocative.

Startled by the deep meaning in his eyes, Nakahara Chuuya said unhappily, "Saasana is right. It's better for me to throw the first punch."

And then—he was punched in the stomach.

The force wasn't strong, but Dazai Osamu actually knelt on the ground and retched.

“?” Nakahara Chuuya, who didn’t use much strength at all.

It hurts for sure, but being beaten until vomiting is a bit too exaggerated!

"Nothing came out." Hayana Kotori observed and concluded, "There's really nothing in my stomach."

Patting the tearful Dazai's shoulder, she couldn't help laughing, "He doesn't even have money for breakfast... Hey, Chuuya! Come on, let's laugh at him together!"

"Didn't you say you were going to kill him?" Compared to killing him, Nakahara Chuuya expressed that he had no interest in this kind of thing.

"Huh? You actually want to kill me?!" Dazai Osamu was shocked.

Kotori Hayato thought for a moment and said, "He's full, so why not let him die of fullness?"

"Otherwise, you might dream about his vengeful spirit at night."

After some trouble, when the sunset was about to fade, Nakahara Chuuya was riding the motorcycle, Takanashi Hayana was sitting in the middle, and at the back was Dazai Osamu with his back to her.

Just like every trip four years ago.

The same car, the same people, the same fading golden color.

The scenery along the road quickly passed by.

Hayana Kotori's long hair intertwined with the hair on the back of his head, and a few strands flew over his cheeks as if he was wearing a wig.

But what you can smell at the tip of your nose is a fusion of the scents of the two shampoos.

Chuuya Nakahara's bike speed was not very fast.

Because Hayana Kotori suddenly complained that his hair was all over her face.

The two people in the front were talking and laughing, while Dazai Osamu, who was sitting at the back, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Suddenly it feels difficult to go back to the past.

It seemed as if there was a gap between them. Although he didn't feel it, he felt that Hayana and Nakadashi excluded him.

I don't like this feeling at all.

Moreover, the location——

He was the only one with his back to the two of them.

"Hey, Chuuya." Dazai Osamu spoke.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was originally in a good mood, immediately said in a deep voice: "What?"

"I want to be a rider."

"Are you kidding? This is my car!"

"Very interesting, I've never ridden a motorcycle before."

"That's even worse! Just stay calm, or I'll throw you overboard if you make any more demands!"

"but--"

“No buts.”

"I think……"

"There's no point in thinking about it!"

In the end, being annoyed to no end, Nakahara Chuuya stopped the car and exchanged seats with Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu was excited with his hands on the handles, while Nakahara Chuuya stood beside him and guided him on precautions and basic operations.

Hayana Takanashi listened very carefully and said that after Dazai Osamu had his fun, it would be her turn to be the rider.

The next second, the car rushed out like an arrow!

Dazai Osamu was still addicted to the test drive when he lost control of the car due to its extremely high speed. He and the car made a winding arc and rushed into the river.

Looking at the sinking car, Dazai Osamu, and the ripples on the water gradually calming down.

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

Hayana Takanashi: "..."

After being rescued by the collar, Dazai Osamu sat on the roadside, wet, looking obedient, helpless and pitiful.

Nakahara Chuuya grabbed him and yelled, "Did you do that on purpose? You bastard!!!"

Fortunately, it wasn’t his precious motorcycle, otherwise it would have definitely beaten him to death!

Hayana Kotori lost her temper: "I told you I wanted to have more fun! I haven't had enough yet, and the car is gone!!!"

“How can I drive if the car is gone?!”

Osamu Dazai: "..."

Nakahara Chuuya: “…”

I don't know what they were thinking about, but the atmosphere between them was not right. They looked away at the same time, and the atmosphere of rage and beating just now strangely returned to calm.

Looking at the water, Nakahara Chuuya tutted and said reluctantly, "Call the salvage team."

In this atmosphere, he didn't want to go into the water to rescue the car after rescuing Dazai Osamu.

Give this guy with impure intentions a chance.

"Why don't you go down?" Dazai Osamu asked quietly, "With Chuuya's special ability, it would be easy to get the car out of the water."

"Huh?!" Nakahara Chuuya raised an eyebrow: "How dare you ask?"

"If I go down, everyone will be gone when I come back up!"

"No." Hayana Takanashi promised Chuuya Nakahara with a serious face: "Even if I'm hungry, no matter how much I want to eat, I won't leave you alone to eat."

Looking at the serious attitude of the black-haired woman, Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't help but think in the wrong way.

"Ah." He responded evasively.

He took out his cell phone and called the salvage team.

"What? You don't trust people." Hayana Takanashi said angrily.

She really wanted to have a taste of it.

So, jump down quickly and pull the motorcycle out!

"What? You don't trust people." Dazai Osamu followed suit.

He really wanted to have some time alone with Hayana.

So, jump in quickly and grope for the motorcycle in the muddy and weed-covered water bottom with great difficulty.

Nakahara Chuuya was furious: "You're the one who doesn't believe it! You bastard Dazai!!!"

You can tell from his expression that trouble is about to happen!

He would undoubtedly be a fool to go diving at this time!

There was no other way. The three people who lost their means of transportation, two of them decided to walk to eat in order to punish the person who lost his means of transportation.

When walking, the three of them walked shoulder to shoulder, and the atmosphere became much better.

At least the gap that Dazai Osamu felt is gone.

My depressed mood has improved a lot.

Chuuya would have been in a better mood if he had just gone into the water to touch the car.

When we finally arrived at the [Kawasaki Delicious Oden] stall, it was completely dark, and in the darkness under the bridge, only an incandescent light was on in the stall.

Dazai Osamu hadn't been here for four years, and he felt a little complicated.

The three of them still sat in their previous seats, and opposite them was still the busy Uncle Kawasaki.

"Hayasana-chan, long time no see." Uncle Kawasaki, with the furrows on his forehead deepening as he recognized the person across from him, said with a smile, "And Nakahara-chan and Dazai-chan."

"It's been four years since I last saw you guys, right? You suddenly stopped coming four years ago, so I even went out of my way to ask about you guys."

"Then I thought, maybe you're tired of the taste of uncle's place..."

Under Dazai's stunned expression, Uncle Kawasaki suddenly leaned in close to him: "Hmm! The bandage on Dazai's face has been removed! Uncle, I thought you had an eye problem and that's why you bandaged it. I didn't expect it was just your bad taste. It's really easy to play tricks on people with your bad taste!"

"I've been eating here and it's still delicious, so I came back again." Hayato Yamaguchi said proudly, "Hey, uncle, we've reserved the whole place today!"

"You booked the entire place right after we got back?!" Uncle Kawasaki was surprised.

"It seems like you really like uncle's cooking!"

Nakahara Chuuya looked relaxed: "It's really relaxing here."

"Don't think I'll give you a free meal just because you say that!" Uncle Kawasaki laughed.

"As a businessman, you old bastard should focus on making money. Giving away free meals isn't the way of a businessman." Hayana Kotori said with a smile, "We're rich. To celebrate Dazai's perfect recovery from a disabled person to an ordinary person, he's treating us today."

Nakahara Chuuya added insult to injury: "With this guy's financial resources, it wouldn't be a problem for him to run ten stalls."

Uncle Kawasaki: "Wealthy and powerful! Uncle is very pleased."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

Meeting Uncle Kawasaki's happy gaze.

Dazai Osamu smiled politely: "Uncle, I need to keep accounts."