After saying that, Dazai Osamu seemed like a broken mirror and disappeared in front of Mizue Yi.

The light and shadows at night were flickering, and in the moonlight, the shadows showed an indescribable gloom. His departure was like a disappearing firework, which was unexpectedly blown away by the wind and dust, and disappeared in an instant. Shui Jiangyi's outstretched hand only caught a wisp of green smoke at the last moment.

In the end, the wisp of green smoke also disappeared gracefully in Shui Jiangyi's hands.

Shui Jiangyi lowered his eyes and looked at his empty palm. He said to the system: "System, do you know why I said at the beginning that the person I hate the most in my life is Dazai Osamu?"

The system knew that he must be in a bad mood at this time, so it answered carefully, fearing that it would accidentally step on Shui Jiangyi's landmine. It said: "Is it because he has a bad temper?"

Shui Jiangyi let out a sigh. After learning about the world consciousness, the coldness and melancholy that had always lingered in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

It seemed that at the moment when Mizue Yi was chatting with Dazai Osamu, all his worries disappeared, and he became the very rational person he used to be. Oh no, it would be more accurate to say... it was the arrogance that belonged to Nakahara Chuuya.

He said: "Yes, I used to think so too. Dazai Osamu is a person with a bad temper and his behavior is simply terrible."

The system heard the obvious dissatisfaction hidden in Shui Jiangyi's tone, but this dissatisfaction was not negative at all, but a very positive emotion. It seemed that this was not dissatisfaction that Shui Jiangyi could not solve, but that it suddenly appeared after he finally saw through everything. The system carefully held Shui Jiangyi's hand and said, "So now, do you feel different from before?"

Shui Jiangyi nodded and said, "Yes, now I realize that what I hate most is not Dazai Osamu's extremely bad way of dealing with people."

"It can be said that he has a stubborn and awkward personality." Shui Jiangyi thought about the look in Dazai Osamu's eyes just now, and he felt that his teeth couldn't help but start to itch. He couldn't help but grind his teeth, becoming extremely dissatisfied, and fell on the bed in anger.

The soft and clean fabric suddenly surrounded him, and the pure white color immediately embraced the orange-haired boy. The faint fragrance on it lingered around Shui Jiangyi's nose. Shui Jiangyi casually picked up the soft pillow and held it in his arms, rubbing it as if it were Dazai Osamu.

Regarding what Dazai Osamu said about the long-haired Mizue Yi, Mizue Yi was sure that Dazai Osamu did not lie to Mizue Yi. What Dazai Osamu told Mizue Yi was the only way to break this predetermined ending.

But what made Shui Jiangyi dissatisfied was that Dazai Osamu could have told Shui Jiangyi everything at the very beginning, but the long-haired Dazai Osamu didn't do that. He just looked at Shui Jiangyi calmly, as if he was a god sitting high on the throne, looking down at Shui Jiangyi with his head lowered. After getting all the hidden trump cards of Shui Jiangyi from Shui Jiangyi's mouth, he held his chin with his hand, looked at Shui Jiangyi with a smile, and told Shui Jiangyi.

Don't worry, there is actually a way.

At the last moment, he was rescued from death.

"It's so disgusting." Shui Jiangyi drowned himself in the quilt. The soft quilt embraced Shui Jiangyi, and the sweet breath made Shui Jiangyi's mind wake up little by little.

Shui Jiang Yi buried himself deeply in the quilt and began to recall all the scenes after he met the long-haired Dazai Osamu, and every action and word that Dazai Osamu made to him that might be full of suggestiveness.

From the moment he met Mizue Yi, Dazai Osamu acted as if he was the same person in my memory as me, gradually narrowing the distance between him and Mizue Yi. As someone he might have met before, as someone who might exist in Mizue Yi's memory, Mizue Yi, relying on his instinct as Nakahara Chuuya, found it really hard not to have some kind of liking for Dazai Osamu, and this kind of liking was the first method Dazai Osamu used on Mizue Yi.

In their subsequent interactions, Dazai Osamu deepened the connection between him and Mizue Yi time and time again, from the possibility that he was the person existing in Mizue's memory to the fact that he and Mizue Yi were both individuals existing in this world, and that he and Mizue Yi could actually depend on each other. He had always been trying to make this assumption to Mizue Yi that Mizue Yi could depend on Dazai Osamu.

Maybe when Dazai Osamu first brought it up, Mizue Yi didn't care much, but as time went on, Mizue Yi's panic about the situation of Dazai Osamu, the leader of the if line, would be quickly fed back to the long-haired Dazai Osamu, almost to the point where if anything happened to Dazai Osamu, it didn't matter, I would go to discuss it with the other Dazai Osamu.

But Shui Jiangyi forgot one thing, that is, even if Dazai Osamu was the Dazai Osamu in Nakahara Chuuya's memory, thousands and thousands of years had passed between them. These thousands and thousands of years were used by Dazai Osamu in the beginning, and until now no one even remembers his name, or perhaps other more depressing things covered up the past, causing Shui Jiangyi to relax his control over Dazai Osamu a little bit.

However, it was only after Mizue Eki completely jumped out of the information cocoon that Dazai Osamu had built for him in this world that he truly came to his senses.

Even if everyone would be sad about this, Dazai Osamu would definitely not be sad about it, because Dazai Osamu has never been a person who would feel sad simply because others have forgotten him. Let alone before he lost his feelings, even after he lost his feelings, it would definitely be the person who was abandoned by Dazai Osamu who would suffer more, right?

People who have their original memories, after forgetting them again and again, try hard to remember their memories of Dazai Osamu.

Time and again, I feel emotional as the sun sets and rises, and lose my memory.

Shui Jiangyi couldn't help but jump off the bed and complained, "How abominable, Dazai-kun."

"No matter which you are, you deserve to be called Dazai-kun, right?"

"Each one of them is so bad that it is simply unbearable."

·

Shui Jiangyi went to the Port Mafia the next day.

After arriving at the Port Mafia, he ran into Nakajima Atsushi. Nakajima Atsushi saw him and greeted him very gently. While greeting him, he still remembered to hide the blood stains on his body, looking very harmless. He said, "Mr. Chuuya, long time no see."

Shui Jiangyi looked at him with his eyes downcast. He smiled and said, "It seems that you are very busy recently, Dunjun?"

Nakajima Atsushi nodded a little embarrassedly: "Yes, recently the leader said that the Port Mafia will add some new tasks to varying degrees, and I need to explore them, so I will be a little busy recently."

He didn't explain it in detail, but Shui Jiangyi knew that this was something that he didn't need to ask. Generally, if it was something that could be said, Nakajima Atsushi would tell him directly without Shui Jiangyi opening his mouth.

After all, regardless of whether Nakajima Atsushi is the Nakahara Chuuya of this world, he seems to respect him very much~

Shui Jiangyi nodded casually, and just as he was about to brush him off, he added lightly, "If you want to go see Kagamika, I suggest you wash your face first."

Nakajima Atsushi was stunned for a moment and didn't react to what happened immediately. Then he ran to the bathroom very quickly. As expected, he saw his appearance in the mirror.

There was not a trace of blood on the pale face, except for the blood stains at the corners of the eyes that had not been wiped clean. It was like the only blood color in the pure world, and it was very glaring.

Nakajima Atsushi's eyes paused, he reached out and wiped the blood stain from the corner of his eye, then watched the cool water wash away the blood stain on his hand. The dim light flickered on Nakajima Atsushi's cheek, and Nakajima Atsushi suddenly laughed softly in the darkness. Even if the blood stains were washed away, the heart stained on his hand and the wailing in his heart were facts that could never be washed away in this lifetime.

Nakajima Atsushi thought, "Now I am also considered to have replaced some of the responsibilities that belonged to Mr. Nakahara Chuuya?"

During this period, Nakajima Atsushi's life can be said to be a life of three points and one line, just like a robot. He appeared in the long night, leading his subordinates, just like the god of death crawling out of the ground, reaping one head after another. From the beginning, he would even respond to the anger and sadness of the people around the dead after the death, but later, all his sensory systems seemed to be erased in an instant.

There was no more emotion left for him to sympathize with anyone, after all, he no longer had time.

He just needs to kill people one after another.

In fact, Nakajima Atsushi's emotions have been immersed in those long nights stained with blood, as if the sun will never come up, since he met Nakahara Chuuya from another world.

Only now did he suddenly wake up from that soul-distracting dream, and only now did he finally open his eyes from that chaotic dream.

Nakajima Atsushi looked at his face in the mirror. He felt as if this was the first time he opened his eyes and looked at the world soberly and brightly.

He thought, when he knew nothing, Mr. Nakahara Chuuya spent his life like this day after day?

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