——She knows me.

This was Dazai Osamu's first realization.

The girl was familiar with his quarrels and even his every move. She knew what he was thinking the moment he showed a certain expression, such as the fact that he wanted to commit suicide.

To Dazai Osamu, suicide is like the natural breathing of human beings. He would go into the water once every three days and hang himself several times a week. He would spend the rest of his time looking for a place to commit suicide, and then repeat the cycle again until he was rescued.

Feel the coldness of suffocation and drowning, feel the river water pouring into the nose, and the hemp rope strangling the throat. Consciousness gradually separated from reality, as if the soul left the body, until darkness came, Dazai Osamu felt at ease.

He is finally leaving this world.

He felt at ease but suddenly panicked, like a sudden gust of wind that was madly scraping his heart with a knife. He was afraid of death, but he did not send a signal for help to anyone.

Until his body instinctively began to struggle, his arms and legs flailing like a wolf. Until the people passing by were horrified to discover Dazai Osamu's behavior and rushed to rescue him, he walked away and thought tiredly, why didn't he die at that time.

repeatedly.

Life is repetitive, life is repetitive, even suicide is repetitive.

Few people see through Dazai Osamu's true nature.

There are rarely any other expressions on his face. Dazai Osamu always has a nonchalant expression on his face. It's like he doesn't care about anything. In fact, he is really like that. Nothing can affect his attitude towards life.

And this man in front of him seemed to understand his life.

She read his expression and showed the reaction of a familiar person.

Even, understand his thoughts further than his consciousness.

It's like we've known each other for a long time.

"...I know him." The auburn-haired woman hesitated for a moment and then replied.

--really.

So, if I asked that question before, I understand it?

Does Nakahara Chuuya understand Dazai Osamu?

What is he kidding?

Dazai Osamu felt goosebumps all over his body when he thought of this. His eyes moved around the girl, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the girl was the same as Nakahara Chuuya in this world.

No, I can’t stand it at all.

Dazai Osamu thought to himself and began to think.

In the other world, he and Nakahara Chuuya should also be at odds with each other.

Dazai Osamu recalled the time when the girl looked up at him with a ferocious expression and uttered the three words "kill you", and the two of them were like eight-lifetime enemies.

Want him to get along well with Nakahara Chuuya?

It's impossible even if the sky falls.

After all, a slug is a slug.

Dazai Osamu thought indifferently.

After Atobe Nanako said the word "acquaintance", Dazai Osamu became very interested and seemed very curious about the other world.

Dazai Osamu became interested: "Am I a man or a woman?"

Atobe Nanako glanced at him and said, "A woman."

"A female..."

Dazai Osamu seems to have no problem with being a woman. He seems to be a little curious about what he looks like in another world, but by comparing Nakahara Chuuya's face with that of a girl, you can get a rough idea of ​​what he looks like.

Instead, he showed a curious look: "Chu Ye, has my wish come true? Hearty suicide is my motto."

The ochre-haired girl sneered, as if mocking something: "Not dead."

Dazai Osamu lowered his head in disappointment, expressing great regret that he did not succeed in committing suicide or did not die in the other world.

Is it possible that the self in the other world couldn't do it either?

The ochre-haired woman glanced at Dazai with annoyance. She seemed to be uncomfortable with Dazai's attitude.

"Or I'll send you to death now." She said viciously.

“Eh…” The first long note of Dazai Osamu’s words was downward, and his voice was loose as if he had heard the most disgusting thing. “It’s said that dying at Chuuya’s hands will make people want to vomit. Even if you die, you will not be able to close your eyes. It’s really disgusting——” It’s like dancing in a minefield.

But Dazai Osamu danced even more vigorously in the minefield.

Test, maneuver.

Using his attitude towards himself to see what kind of character Chuuya really is, Nakahara Chuuya does not support Dazai Osamu's suicide, and is even annoyed.

"I'm going to kill you right now." A faint red light appeared on the girl's body.

"But Chuuya has already agreed to join the Port Mafia first... Ah, Mr. Mori will definitely let Chuuya join the Port Mafia..." Dazai Osamu sighed, "Will I have to work with two dwarfs in the future? I'm scared just thinking about it..."

Atobe Nanako: "I will not join the mafia."

Dazai Osamu: "Just don't join. I don't want to breathe the same air with two Chuuya, and I don't want to see two slugs' faces every time I work."

Nanako Atobe: "..."

Atobe Nanako: "Show me some respect for the gods."

"God?" Dazai said, "It's clear that a girl's Chuuya doesn't look like a god at all - she's no different from a dark dwarf, both are so disgusting."

The ochre-haired woman sarcastically said, "I don't want to work with you either. I won't join you this time. Isn't it..."

As if she remembered something, she suddenly fell silent.

Dazai Osamu secretly took note of the girl's unusual reaction.

"The gods are just sitting in the shrine and listening to people's prayers. But for them to interfere in human affairs... Nakata is just an idiot."

When this sentence was spoken, the ochre-haired girl's fingers moved slightly. Unexpectedly, she did not respond, but retracted her gaze to look at the entrance of the mall. The mafia people had basically finished handling the affairs of the mall.

"Are you going to join the mafia you mentioned or not?" she said impatiently.

Dazai looked at her.

The blue light in her eyes fell on a single point indifferently and indifferently, and at this moment, it seemed to have some divine meaning.

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

His tone was frivolous, his speech was slow, and there was an inexplicable sense of weirdness in it.

"Mr. Mori will be surprised."

In the office.

The blonde girl lowered her head and painted. The bright crayons were scattered all over the floor, and some of them rolled very far away. The girl didn't seem to care about the few colors that were missing, and she concentrated on painting with the red crayon.

The picture is chaotic, with twisted black lines everywhere. The black lines mixed together seem to be endowed with a strange magic that makes people feel depressed.

And the dark red in the middle becomes the foundation that ignites everything.

Struggle, burn, go crazy.

Looking at the man sitting at the table.

He lowered his head and looked at the documents on the desk. The densely packed small characters mixed with intelligence that was enough to subvert an organization were nothing more than a passing glance in the man's eyes.

"Alice."

His tone was steady and gentle, and when he softly called out the name there was a tenderness similar to that of a lover, until the little girl ignored his call and his face suddenly fell.

"Just pay attention to me--" His tone stretched out.

The little girl then turned around angrily and said, "I hate Rintaro the most."

"Hey——" The man exaggeratedly covered his chest and said in disbelief, "Alice-chan, I like you the most."

"Hmph." The little girl turned her head away without saying anything.

The man began to think anxiously about how to coax the girl, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

His expression returned to being cold and he said, "Come in."

Even his movements were graceful again, he put his hands together, his elbows on the table, his chin resting slightly on his interlaced knuckles. His scarlet eyes slightly raised, and finally his gaze fell on the door.

The door was slowly pushed open.

The boy with a bandage around his neck walked into the office with a slightly cheerful pace.

"Dazai-kun." The man called out the person's name.

"It seems that Dazai-kun is in a good mood, which means that the mission was handled very well." The man smiled with his eyes narrowed. No one knew what kind of emotion the man in front of him was maintaining.

Dazai Osamu raised his head.

There was a hint of barely perceptible joy in his iris-colored eyes, as if he was very happy about what was going to happen next.

"And Alice-chan—" He stretched out the syllables maliciously.

The moment Dazai appeared, the little girl moved in the opposite direction of Dazai, not intending to get close to him. When Dazai called her, she ran faster than anyone else.

So the crayons that were originally scattered on the ground rolled even further.

"The mission is done, so Mr. Mori said that we should not break our promise to give us a day off." Dazai said, "They are just a bunch of boring people. We were just pretending in the past. Mr. Mori is really disgusting."

"How can you say that?" Mori Ogai smiled like an old fox, "Dazai-kun handled it very well this time."

"I also brought a surprise for the leader."

He drew a big circle in an exaggerated way.

"Surprise?" Sen Ouwai was a little confused.

Dazai Osamu is a guy who never prepares for surprises. He only creates and handles troubles. If Dazai Osamu delivers a surprise to Mori Owl one day, it will be a real trouble.

"Maybe it's shock." Dazai Osamu quickly added.

"Ding ding ding--" Before Mori Ougai could react, Dazai Osamu pushed the door open excitedly.

Sen Ou was stunned.

The subordinate whom he had just assigned to carry out the task appeared in front of him again.

Still wearing...

The woman with long ochre hair stood outside the door. As Dazai Osamu opened the door, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly and the veins on her forehead seemed to be jumping like a cross.

"Are you looking for death, Dazai?"

There was a kind of gritted teeth in her tone.

Just now she agreed to Dazai's request, that Dazai would meet Mori Gugai first, and then Mori Gugai would meet him, but who knew now...

Dazai Osamu looked away without saying anything and simply avoided the topic.

The girl was so angry that she was about to open her mouth to continue swearing at Dazai Osamu. When she looked up, she met a pair of slightly puzzled eyes.

"...Chuye...kun?" he called out hesitantly.

Mori Oo looked up and down at the ochre-haired girl, and when he confirmed for the third time that the latter was wearing a women's kimono, he finally looked into the girl's eyes.

He said tactfully: "Your dress...seems a little different from your usual style."

Ochre-haired girl: ...