Nakahara Chuuya was comforted by his words.

He pursed his lips and said, "It's just that I didn't sell you out. What's there to be happy about? Have you been sold out many times?"

Dazai Osamu smiled softly and said, "It's hard to say. If I really have to count, I can't even count how many times Chuuya betrayed me in the beginning."

Nakahara Chuuya glanced at him sideways and said unhappily, "Let's go."

Dazai Osamu nodded happily. His disguise was very good. Apart from the undulating curve of his brow bones that looked vaguely familiar, Nakahara Chuuya could hardly tell that the person in front of him was Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu turned around and smiled at him. Dazai Osamu said:

"Then let's take one last look."

·

It is no exaggeration to say that both Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu grew up in the port mafia.

As the most senior person in the Port Mafia, Nakahara Chuuya feels that he has the ability to say that he has left many good memories in the Port Mafia.

Before they became adults, before he and Dazai were separated by the mission.

Dazai Osamu was never very obedient to Mr. Mori's discipline, so every time Mr. Mori scolded Dazai Osamu, he would just turn a deaf ear and let it out the other. Only when something happened would he behave a little more obediently.

After coming to his senses, he spontaneously blew up the enemy's camp, which required Mr. Mori to send many people to help him clean up the mess.

So in the beginning, after being willful for many years, Dazai Osamu had to stay in his office to write reports.

That is very rare, and you can also see Dazai Osamu writing a report in Nakahara.

He leaned on the sofa in Dazai Osamu's office, crossed his legs and played PSP. The light outside the window gradually dimmed and turned into soft and moist moonlight. The moonlight fell on the glass window of Dazai Osamu's office, swaying with indescribable brightness.

It was difficult for Nakahara Chuuya to say with a look of gloating: "I have warned you at the beginning not to do this. Mr. Mori will definitely make trouble for you."

Unfortunately, Dazai Osamu did not listen to Nakahara Chuuya's words carefully, and Dazai Osamu insisted on starting the fire.

Dazai Osamu did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for what he had done. Instead, he seemed very justified. He said, "Mr. Mori only said that we should complete the task well, but he did not tell us how to complete the task."

"Can't I choose how I want to accomplish the task?"

Nakahara Chuuya felt that what Dazai said was right. He happily started another game and said in a casual manner, "You are right, so hurry up and write the report. How long have I been waiting for you here?"

As Dazai Osamu's partner, Nakahara Chuuya knew that he needed to go to the brink of life and death to pull Dazai Osamu back when Dazai Osamu tried to commit suicide. He needed to fulfill Mr. Chengsen's instructions meticulously when Dazai Osamu tried to complete the task in a careless manner.

But after experiencing so much, Chuuya Nakahara still didn't expect it.

As Dazai Osamu's partner, one day Mr. Mori ordered him to stay up late with Dazai Osamu in the Port Mafia when Dazai Osamu's report was not finished.

Dazai Osamu shrugged without any intention of reflecting on himself, raised his eyes and looked at Nakahara Chuuya: "How about I give Chuuya an idea?"

Nakahara Chuuya decisively refused.

"Don't even think about asking me to write a report for you, you bastard."

It was that time again.

At that time, there was some problem in the gem business managed by Nakahara Chuuya. He looked at the list in front of him with a little worry, and really couldn't think of how to deal with the batch of goods in his hands.

At this moment, Dazai Osamu, who had been very busy after taking over another business, appeared lazily at the door of his apartment.

Leaning lazily against the wall under the sunset glow, he smiled and said, "I heard that something went wrong with what you were doing? That's great."

Nakahara Chuuya was too lazy to argue with Dazai Osamu at this time, so he closed the door and wanted to go back to the house.

But when he turned around, Dazai Osamu grabbed his hand. The man holding his hand raised his lips in grievance, and said with a smile in his eyes: "Don't be so decisive, Chuuya."

Dazai Osamu smiled gently and said, "How do you know that I'm not here to help you?"

Nakahara Chuuya has already forgotten what method Dazai Osamu used to deal with the situation that time.

He only remembered that the matter was finally handled by Dazai Osamu, and to celebrate that matter, he and Dazai Osamu made an appointment to go drinking that night.

The place they usually go to is Lupin, but that night Nakahara Chuuya worked overtime. When he came to his senses, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and his cell phone was unusually quiet. Dazai Osamu did not call him.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was often called by Dazai Osamu when he went out to play in the past, was a little puzzled and a little worried. After all, although he was late for work this time, it was not a reason for him to let Dazai Osamu go.

So in a hurry, Nakahara Chuuya picked up his coat and left the office, rushing towards Lupin.

Who would have thought that just after walking out of the building of the Port Mafia, I saw a shadow swaying on the ground not far away, blown up by the wind.

Dazai Osamu was sitting lazily on a bench not far away, holding a bottle.

The lights on the roadside arrogantly cast conspicuous circles of shadows on Dazai Osamu's face. When Dazai Osamu saw him, time seemed to slow down and he slowly raised his eyes.

Dazai Osamu said, "Chuuya, you are late."

His voice was very soft and gentle, and although his words were like this, he didn't seem to be pointing fingers.

Nakahara Chuuya paused and said, "I am late, so how do you want to punish me?"

Dazai Osamu said: "The punishment has been given. These drinks were all paid for with Chuuya's card."

As he spoke, Dazai Osamu slightly turned his body to the side, revealing the full bottles of wine beside him. They all looked very expensive, and their unchanging special feature was probably that they had all been opened.

Nakahara Chuuya, who opened the bottle but didn't take a sip, didn't think much about it and immediately realized that the person was Dazai Osamu.

Fortunately, he had long been accustomed to the fact that Dazai Osamu was not a very serious person.

So Nakahara Chuuya didn't even blink, he walked slowly towards Dazai Osamu, sat next to him across a pile of bottles, exhaled softly and said, "Dazai."

"Hmm?" Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuuya with a smile, his iris-colored eyes shining with a clear light.

I don't know if Dazai Osamu was drunk.

So he softened up for once, and said, "If Chuuya wants to scold Mr. Mori, I can do it with Chuuya."

Coming out of his memories, Nakahara Chuuya took a deep breath.

He knew that no matter whether Dazai succeeded or not, this would be the last time he and Dazai would return to the Port Mafia, a place that made him feel so emotional.

Nakahara Chuuya decided to go out and take a look as a final farewell.

Moreover, as Dazai Osamu said, he really wanted to see the progress of Akutagawa Ryunosuke during the time when he and Dazai Osamu were not around, whether he was better than before, and whether he was not so determined to choose to believe in and rely on supernatural powers.

That day, when Nakahara Chuuya saw the wound on Dazai Osamu's face, he found it a little unbelievable.

Because in his opinion, the person who is least likely to attack Dazai Osamu is Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Outside the reception room, there was a person waiting for Nakahara Chuuya's instructions.

After seeing Nakahara Chuuya coming out of the reception hall, he walked up to him and asked, "Sir, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Nakahara Chuuya suppressed the nostalgic look in his eyes and said, "I feel a little bored staying in the living room all the time. Can I go and see what the port mafia looks like?"

The subordinate thought for a moment, and he nodded: "Of course, but there are some dangers in the port mafia, you need to pay attention to your own safety."

A hint of surprise flashed across Nakahara Chuuya's eyes, but he hid it well and did not show it.

He just said politely: "Why do you say that? Is it because of something that happened?"

The subordinate said with some embarrassment: "Actually, it's because something happened to the port mafia recently."

"?" Nakahara Chuuya frowned, but did not ask in detail.

If you ask more carefully, you may easily make mistakes.

Unfortunately, it seemed as if God had destined Nakahara Chuuya to see this scene. Even if he did not ask carefully, when his subordinates took Nakahara Chuuya to visit the port mafia, he still saw such a scene.

In the cold iron cage, Akutagawa Ryunosuke is fighting with himself.

No, rather than fighting with himself, it would be more accurate to say that he was fighting with his own supernatural powers.

He was like a ruthless god, with Rashomon's appearance reflected in his cold eyes. When Rashomon was about to wrap around his neck, his wrist was like a snake, wrapping around Rashomon.

The spurting blood stained his arms, but he widened his eyes in pain, screaming like a trapped beast.

For a moment, Nakahara Chuuya found that he couldn't even look Akutagawa Ryunosuke in the eye.

This was not the Akutagawa Ryunosuke in his memory at all.

He asked his men: "This is..."

The subordinate smiled bitterly and said, "All the people with special abilities in the Port Mafia have lost their memories."

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly understood.

Why did Dazai Osamu have that expression when he talked about Akutagawa Ryunosuke that day?

What should Dazai Osamu say?

Dazai Osamu said:

"Because I saw some things that are not very forgivable."

Is this what Dazai Osamu said, that he cannot forgive?

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