"Yeah, okay."

Oda Saku hung up the phone, leaned back on the ferry, enjoyed the summer sea breeze, and leisurely read the manuscript of the novel in his hand.

The person who called him just now was the person in charge of the publishing house. After defecting from the Port Mafia with Dazai Osamu, they all thought about what they should do.

After much deliberation, Dazai Osamu joined the Armed Detective Agency, and according to his previous dream, he became a novelist.

Although Oda Sakunosuke has not yet reached the level of the old man who handed him the novel, he can still make a living by writing in today's rather scarce Japanese cultural circle. But in just a few years, he has gone from an unknown little-known figure to someone that people in publishing houses call "teacher" when they see him.

He will even have his own autograph session in the near future, a autograph session that is unique to him.

When I told Dazai Osamu and Sakaguchi Ango the news at Lupin Bar yesterday, Dazai Osamu leaned against the bar and said with a smile: "Oh, to celebrate your success, why don't we have a drink? This is the golden vodka that the boss made especially for you."

As he spoke, he raised the cup in his hand and shook it towards him.

The golden liquid reflects beautiful arcs in the clearly cut transparent glass cup, just like a flowing golden skirt.

Sakaguchi Ango pushed his glasses helplessly and silently moved away from Dazai Osamu: "Don't think I didn't see you ask the boss to add detergent in it before this."

Dazai Osamu curled his lips, put off his childish smile, and leaned on the bar, his soft half-curled hair hanging beside his cheeks. He poked the ice in the glass with boredom and asked, "How long will it take?"

Odasaku watched them laughing and thought for a moment when he heard this: "Probably after five days. It will be adjusted from time to time depending on the popularity of the readers."

When he said this, he shook his head a little embarrassedly, obviously not used to it.

Sakaguchi Ango reached out and patted his shoulder, clinked the wine glass in his hand with his, and the two of them drank it together.

"Well." Dazai Osamu, who was abandoned by the two of them, withdrew his gaze and nodded lazily, "It seems that the newcomer who came a few days ago, I have to teach him myself."

Odasaku looked at the surging sea and wondered unrealistically how Dazai Osamu would teach the newcomer.

In the past few years, Dazai has obviously become much softer than before, and more like a teacher. He probably won't treat a newcomer the same way he treated Akutagawa before, right?

Anyone who had been in the mafia back then would know how rude Dazai Osamu was to Akutagawa Ryunosuke, not to mention Oda Saku, who was very close to Dazai Osamu.

There was one time when Odasaku even accidentally watched. At that time, Dazai's face was as cold as ice, and he did not hold back at all. The rough Odasaku always thought that if it weren't for Nakahara Chuuya, it's hard to say whether Akutagawa Ryunosuke could have survived that period under Dazai's hands.

When Odasaku thought of that name, he couldn't help but think of the old friend who had bloomed like fireworks.

The first time he heard the name Nakahara Chuuya was shortly after he met Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu, who seemed a little willful and indifferent to Odasaku, was like a kindergarten kid showing off his playmate. While drinking, he and Odasaku started to criticize their partner from beginning to end.

"I've never met anyone as stupid as Chuuya in my life!"

"I really don't know what Mr. Mori sees in him. He's nothing more than a slug! A giant slug in human form! He has no brains, only force. It hurts so much when he beats people up!"

The more he spoke, the more exaggerated his movements became. Odasaku watched his movements and couldn't help but say, "Dazai, you must like your partner very much, right?"

Of course, he was fiercely denied by Dazai Osamu, but that was the first smile Oda Saku saw on Dazai Osamu's face since he met him.

It was not the cold sarcasm of the port mafia, but the youthful vigor and vitality of a young man. His cold eyes seemed to be filled with a touch of bright stars. He said: "Who could possibly like that slug!"

At that time, Dazai Osamu was still a 17-year-old boy, and the whole story had just begun.

Those later smoke-outs are far, far away from those quiet nights.

The past cannot be retrieved, Odasaku shook his head towards the sea breeze.

I am really getting old. I heard that the older people get, the more they like to reminisce about the past. There is indeed a reason for this saying.

He walked down from the deck and prepared to go back to the room to revise the manuscript. When he reached the last three floors, he suddenly stepped on empty air.

At the same time, a fragmented picture flashed through his mind.

An orange-haired young man wearing a small hat hurriedly passed by him, his whole body wrapped in red light.

Oda Sakuichi didn't react for a moment. His ability was to automatically predict dangerous things that would happen five seconds later.

But after he left the Port Mafia, he hadn't used this ability for a long, long time. He had been among the quiet crowd for too long.

I was completely unable to react for a moment, not to mention that the person who appeared in my mind could not possibly appear because he had died on that night several years ago...

Then, unexpectedly, Odasaku was about to fall when someone politely helped him up.

The familiar scent of orange and agarwood mixed perfume flooded into Odasaku's nostrils. Odasaku suddenly woke up and found that his hands were empty.

The stack of manuscripts that I had just held in my hand floated in the air like a fluttering butterfly, falling against the wind, and landed on the ground in neat pieces with a red glow.

Odasaku only saw a back figure with a cape blown sideways by the wind, and the back figure walked through the water, gradually creating layers of white waves.

Going towards the distance.

·

In the quiet alley, a cell phone rang.

Dazai Osamu took out his cell phone from his brown windbreaker and saw who was calling. He paused for three seconds before answering the call. His face was expressionless, but his voice was full of smiles: "Odasaku? What's up? You should be on the ferry now, right?"

Odasaku felt so distressed when he looked at his slightly damp manuscripts. He squatted down and picked them up one by one. He then said carefully to Dazai Osamu on the other end of the phone, "Dazai, I want to tell you something."

"Hmm?" It was rare to see Oda Saku being so cautious, and Dazai Osamu glanced at Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was shocked by his appearance.

Only then did he remember that after he defected, Akutagawa Ryunosuke had no idea where he was.

But he was not ready to explain. His relationship with Akutagawa Ryunosuke had always been simple and rough. Dazai Osamu picked up Nakajima Atsushi, who had fainted from exhaustion, and asked the person on the other end of the phone who had been silent since he said that, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Odasaku hesitated for a moment, but still told Dazai Osamu, "I think I saw Nakahara Chuuya."

He originally didn't want to tell Dazai Osamu. After all, after what happened, everyone knew how much of an impact the name Nakahara Chuuya had on Dazai Osamu.

When Ozaki Koyo was going to hold a funeral for Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu did not attend, firmly believing that Nakahara Chuuya was not dead.

He even had a big fight with Ozaki Koyo over this, smashed all the luxury items in Nakahara Chuuya's office, and paid several months' salary to put it in.

Telling him this, if it was false, would be nothing more than giving Dazai Osamu a false fantasy.

But Odasaku subconsciously felt that the person was real.

Because he had only seen Nakahara Chuuya wear a three-piece suit so well.

"Really?" Dazai Osamu, who was worried about him, was not surprised at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I know it too."

"What?" Odasaku was a little confused, "You saw him too?"

Dazai Osamu smiled, his eyes looking into the distance inorganically. The veins of Yokohama were submerged in the large and small buildings, and became infinitely transparent in his eyes. He nodded unconsciously and said in a light voice: "I didn't see it, I just heard his voice and guessed it."

"I was here just now, but now I am where you are? Where are you now, Odasaku?"

Oda Sakunosuke said, "I am now on the Yokohama coast, on the west side."

"Okay." After receiving the news, Dazai Osamu hung up the phone simply and neatly, pulled Nakajima Atsushi and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, he was stopped by Akutagawa Ryunosuke. His body was weak to begin with, and he would have fainted if he had not relied on his supernatural powers to hold on after being beaten so hard by Nakahara Chuuya. He looked at his teacher who suddenly defected after the death of Mr. Nakahara Chuuya, and suddenly he felt as if he was in another world.

It was as if I was suddenly back to the day when I was picked up by Dazai Osamu.

That day, in an alley like this, he fell in the dirty alley, facing the neatly dressed Dazai Osamu.

Perhaps the only difference is that Dazai Osamu had compassion on him that day and took him home, but Dazai Osamu now ignores him.

The surprise of meeting Nakahara Chuuya just now was diluted by the appearance of Dazai Osamu. Akutagawa Ryunosuke had many questions to ask Dazai Osamu, but in the end, he asked Dazai Osamu in a hoarse voice: "Was that Mr. Nakahara just now?"

Dazai Osamu paused, and his voice was suddenly blown far away by the wind, sounding rational and indifferent.

"This is not something you need to intervene in right now."

·

"Yi Yi, you are so scared." The system looked at Shui Jiangyi running away swiftly and muttered to himself.

Mizue Ei, who had sensed that Dazai was coming, ran away. As a result, he was lost in the sea because he had been away from Yokohama for too long. He finally escaped to a safe place. Hearing this, he glanced at it and said, "You want to die? I mean, I want to fight Dazai. The script has been written, but look at the place where you landed. Do you think it's appropriate?"

The system was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "I... this is what the main system calculated. It's the best entry point!"

The more the system spoke, the more polite it felt. It spoke louder and louder: "The protagonist is on the verge of death and is fighting against your ex-adopted son. Suddenly, you appear and save everyone like a god descending from heaven. Isn't that a sure win for everyone's hearts?"

Shui Jiangyi snorted and responded, "Yeah, then have you ever thought about the relationship between the protagonist and Dazai Osamu? Given Dazai Osamu's stubborn temper, would he not let someone put a bug?!"

"And he's so familiar with my voice that he can tell it's me just by listening. How should I explain it to him? Will I be killed by him right from the start?"

"Ah..." The system was silent for three seconds, "You are right."

Shui Jiangyi was almost laughing at him. She reached out and pulled him into her arms, rubbing him vigorously for three minutes before she calmed down. The rubbing made her entire nervous system confused. She hugged Shui Jiangyi's fingers and rubbed him like a kitten, saying coquettishly, "I'm wrong! But I messed up your script. What should I do? Play dumb?"

"Tsk." Shui Jiangyi, who was not used to hard work, softened his heart again. He explained, "That trick only works on Gojo Satoru. If I use it on Dazai Osamu, he will drag me into the pond in the next second."

"I was originally planning to show up in front of Dazai Osamu after I was fully prepared, but now I can only hide."

So, he walked into a hotel, booked a room for a month, and got the room card.

The room was not very big, but it was fully equipped. He took off his coat and threw it on the bed, untied the tie that was bound around his neck. His slender neck glowed like warm jade under the warm light of the hotel. He lowered his head and looked out the window.

The hotel was close to the street, and he could easily see people coming and going on the street from the window. He watched for five minutes and felt relieved when he didn't see any suspicious people.

The system followed him and whispered, "Dazai Osamu has now defected from the Port Mafia. He should not have the power to arrest you, right? We should be relatively safe hiding here."

Shui Jiangyi was amused by the system again. He was extremely suspicious that the system was sent by the main system for fun purposes: "Yes, he has defected, but if he wants to catch me, do you think he can't do it?"

The system was silent for three seconds: "...You are right."

"And the timing of your transmission was too bad." Shui Jiangyi touched his chin and said, "It's okay to say hello to Nakajima Atsushi, that kid is as stupid as you, but you just hit Akutagawa directly. Akutagawa must know me. If I hadn't been smart and confused him just now, if I had shown something at that time, I wouldn't have needed to act out the subsequent scenes. Akutagawa was taught badly by Dazai Osamu and is too suspicious."

"Then..." The system suddenly became timid and whispered, "What should we do?"

"What else can we do?" Shui Jiangyi raised his eyebrows and smiled at it. "It's a temporary script. Akutagawa should have been a little touched by what I just said and felt that something was wrong with me. As for Dazai Osamu, we can only see how much Nakajima Atsushi still remembers and how confused he is. If we can do anything, we can probably only push the direction of the story."

"Unified." Shui Jiangyi looked at the system.

"I'm here!" Once again, the system that deeply felt that it was a waste system sat upright, with an attitude that I can go through fire and water for you, "Yi Yi, just tell me what you have! I will definitely help you complete it on time!"

Shui Jiangyi curled his lips and smiled, a faint smile flashed in his ice-blue eyes.

"Help me search for this little force that's a bit rampant here."

·

When Nakajima Atsushi woke up, all the wounds on his body had healed.

The moonlight outside the window was very cold and shone through the wide-open window, casting a shadow on the ground.

Nakajima Atsushi curled up his fingers, blinked dazedly, and tried to stand up when a warm hand touched his forehead.

The hand was very warm, and the finger bones were clearly visible and very beautiful. He subconsciously grabbed the hand and looked along the arm, only to find that the owner of the arm was Mr. Dazai.

He withdrew his hand a little awkwardly and sat up, saying softly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Dazai!"

Dazai Osamu took his hand back. He was very handsome, and even more handsome when at home. Perhaps it was in line with the principle that the more you look at a beauty under the lamp, the more beautiful she becomes. The warm yellow light softened the indifference in Dazai Osamu's eyes, revealing a mature sexiness and gentleness. He handed Nakajima Atsushi a glass of water, held his chin and looked at him, his iris-colored eyes curved: "It's okay."

The air was a little quiet for a while, and Nakajima Atsushi drank warm water in small sips.

He always felt that Mr. Dazai was looking at him, with a vague, scrutinizing gaze.

After he finished drinking the water, he realized that his feeling was not an illusion. Dazai asked him, "Did you know that person before?"

For no reason, even without Dazai's explanation, Nakajima Atsushi knew that he was talking about the orange-haired young man.

He thought of the orange-haired young man's gorgeous face and shook his head violently: "I don't know him. I can be sure that I have never seen him."

At this point, Nakajima Atsushi said a little shyly: "No one has ever spoken to me as gently as he did before."

Dazai Osamu smiled carelessly at the corner of his lips: "He has never spoken to me so gently before."

The sudden familiarity with Nakajima Atsushi and the sudden strangeness with Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

There was also the inexplicable line "Ryunosuke Akutagawa of the Armed Detective Agency". Dazai Osamu touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue and his eyes fell meaninglessly on the bright moon outside the window.

Oops, suddenly I'm in a bad mood.

·

In the following days, accidents occurred frequently in Yokohama.

Higuchi Ichiyo stood outside Akutagawa Ryunosuke's office, holding the data he had collected over the past few days, a little hesitant.

In the past few days, Ryunosuke Akutagawa has been staying in the office without saying a word. She was really a little worried. Her sixth sense told her that the matter must be related to what happened that day, but unfortunately that day, she couldn't hold on and fainted. When she woke up, she found that Ryunosuke Akutagawa was already in the hospital with serious injuries in his eyes.

Originally, the doctor of the Port Mafia suggested that Akutagawa Ryunosuke should rest for a few more days.

But he didn't like the hospital environment and insisted on being discharged.

Higuchi Ichiyo hesitated for a while, and finally bravely opened the door and walked in. He stopped three meters away from Akutagawa Ryunosuke, bent down and said respectfully to Akutagawa Ryunosuke, "Sir, I received a tip-off that several small forces that have been harassing the port mafia have been wiped out by a mysterious man recently, and several small bases are developing well, but recently..."

At this point, Higuchi Ichiyo said with some embarrassment: "A new rumor has been circulating recently."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who had been absent-minded, came to his senses after hearing this, glanced at her, and asked, "What rumor?"

"When the leader first ascended the throne, a rumor spread." Higuchi Ichiyo saw that Akutagawa Ryunosuke had recovered a little, and quickly recounted, "At that time, there was a rumor that the former leader used Arabasutsu to take revenge, and the locations of the recent incidents are a bit like the legend back then. Those lands seem to have been burned by fire."

"It's like Huangba vomited out and passed by."

Hearing this, Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't help but frown and stretched out his hand towards her: "Do you have any information? Let me see it."

Of course, Higuchi Ichiyo was already prepared. He hurriedly took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them to Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed. His health has not yet recovered and he often feels unwell. He lowered his head and browsed through the information brought by Higuchi Ichiyo.

Most of the photos show the tragic situation after those small forces were cleared out, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, as if they had been demolished violently.

The walls in particular looked charred as if they had been burned by fire, and there were deep pits on the ground.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke read through the photos one by one, and each one gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. After reading through them, he closed the file and said, "Go to the scene and see if there are any survivors. Submit a report for review."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa knew that his behavior might be a little abnormal, but it was just weird. After reading this, he suddenly had a strange idea.

That is, could this behavior be done by Nakahara Chuuya?

Higuchi Ichiyo went down quickly, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not stop her.

Looking at Higuchi Ichiyo's back, Akutagawa Ryunosuke rubbed his eyebrows and felt that he might be sick. However, these days, whether he was asleep or awake, he would keep thinking about the scene of that day.

Nakahara Chuuya fell from the sky as if he had accidentally entered this world.

With a look that was so familiar to him, he said, "Are you Akutagawa Ryunosuke from the Armed Detective Agency?"

And the words of Dazai-sensei, who has been gone for a long time, "Don't worry about it."

Is that the real Nakahara Chuuya?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke closed his eyes with a headache. Even though he had suppressed his inner feelings for so long, they still jumped out at a certain moment.

He hoped that Chuuya Nakahara was still alive.

·

Higuchi Ichiyo acted quickly and soon reached a conclusion that not all those people were dead. There were a few survivors. After interrogation, the survivors said that the man who came that day was emitting red light all over his body.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke originally wanted to send people to investigate on the spot, but when he remembered what Dazai Osamu said, he stepped back and got up to visit Ozaki Koyo.

When Nakahara Chuuya was still around, Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Ozaki Koyo were quite familiar with each other.

Because Dazai Osamu was only responsible for picking up Akutagawa, the specific matters of taking care of Akutagawa Ryunosuke were all done by Nakahara Chuuya. At the beginning, before the training started, Akutagawa Ryunosuke lived in the double apartment of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, so he followed Nakahara Chuuya and met Ozaki Koyo many times.

However, this familiarity gradually faded after Zhongyuan Chuuya's death.

Ozaki Koyo completely stepped down from the stage, took over the duties of interrogating prisoners, and did not appear in public for a long time.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke is not a very warm-hearted person. This is the first time he met Ozaki Koyo after the death of Nakahara Chuuya.

When receiving his application, Ozaki Koyo was a little confused.

After thinking for a while, she tidied up her makeup and called for Akutagawa Ryunosuke to come in.

After not seeing each other for a long time, the child who was not even as tall as her waist at that time has almost grown to be as tall as her. Seeing a familiar person, Ozaki Kouyo lowered her eyes, hiding the sadness in her eyes, and said, "Akutagawa, what do you want from me?"

Her voice was very gentle, especially because the person in front of her was the child that Nakahara Chuuya had raised back then, which added a bit of indescribable tenderness to it.

However, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was not moved by her gentle side at all. He bent down and handed the report in his hand to Oki Momiji with a calm look in his eyes.

“You can open it when you are mentally prepared.”

Ozaki Kouyo glanced at him with a bit of amusement. During those years in the port mafia, Ozaki Kouyo had no idea how much blood was on her hands. Was there any big thing that she needed Akutagawa Ryunosuke to remind her about?

But after all, it was the young man's good intention, so she nodded and opened the file with a smile.

When she saw the first line, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and her slender fingers could not help but clench the fragile paper in her hand. By the time she saw the last line, the paper had been wrinkled by her. She slammed the document on the table, looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke with sharp eyes and asked, "Where did this news come from?"

This is simply a huge joke. When Nakahara Chuuya died unexpectedly, it was Ozaki Koyo who collected his body and put it in the coffin.

How could there be another Nakahara Chuuya in this world?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent for a moment and said, "Because I have seen Lord Nakahara with my own eyes. Lord Nakahara asked me if I was Akutagawa Ryunosuke from the Armed Detective Agency."

He and Ozaki Koyo were both smart people, so there was really no need to say much about some things. Ozaki Koyo understood what he meant almost as soon as he opened his mouth.

This incident is so fantastic that it is unbelievable.

She couldn't help biting her lips. If, if it was true...

This kind of imagination is really intoxicating. Ozaki Hongye sighed slightly. She held her head with her hands to hide the tears in her eyes and whispered, "Take people to find him. If it is really him, follow my orders."

"Bring him back."

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