Dazai Osamu said nothing.

He just looked at Nakahara Chuuya solemnly. His eyes, which usually were filled with beautiful afterglow, were as quiet as a pool of water with no one passing by. For a moment, the air became a little hurried. It was not known whether it was because the temperature outside the container began to rise gradually, or because the oxygen flowing between the two of them began to thin, becoming shallow and entangled.

After a long silence, Dazai walked up to the orange-haired young man, bent down, and took the crystal clear unknown metal from his hand. He casually threw it on a small table beside him, making a dull sound. The unknown metal rolled on the table and fell into a corner. Dazai closed his eyes and said softly: "This is the gift I promised to give him."

The orange-haired young man snorted when he heard that, then looked up at Dazai Osamu with his icy blue eyes. The short steps this long-lost friend took from the sunlight to the container were like a stepping through a false dream, tearing off all disguises and revealing his hidden minions. He raised his eyebrows and said, "But as far as I know, this world's..."

"Nakahara Chuuya is already dead."

He spoke the last sentence very slowly. His usual soft and hoarse voice seemed to have a hook, but his eyes were clear.

It was obvious that he was trying to provoke Dazai.

But Dazai Osamu did not show any anger. He just looked at the expression on the face of the person in front of him in a magical way, as if he was admiring some rare beauty. After watching, he asked in confusion: "Chuuya, was I not good to you in that world?"

This sudden question completely destroyed the atmosphere that Chuuya Nakahara had created before.

He glanced at Dazai Osamu lazily, stood up, and looked dignified and handsome, totally different from the wild look just now. He snorted in dissatisfaction: "Asshole, can you know yourself better? When will you be nice to me? Come on, if going to class every day is good for me, then you are too good to be true to me."

Finally seeing his whole body, Dazai Osamu murmured.

It seems to be a little higher than Zhong. Strange, is the height of Zhong different in every world?

Dazai Osamu curiously estimated Nakahara Chuuya's height, and pouted, saying unhappily: "Then why are you taking your anger out on me?"

After saying this, he answered himself without the need for Nakahara Chuuya to answer him: "I always feel that I did something very excessive to Chuuya."

Nakahara Chuuya looked up at him with a half-smile, then raised his hand and swung out a punch. The punch was so powerful that it was obvious that a lot of strength was used, but Dazai Osamu just turned his head and dodged it.

"I really did something excessive."

Nakahara Chuuya turned around and kicked him: "Asshole, not only in the past, you did something really excessive not long ago. Why did you spread such rumors to me for no reason? Do you think you have lived too long?"

Dazai Osamu moved forward and backward freely, dodging easily. Seeing a hole in the container kicked by Chuuya Nakahara, he still had the time to say: "It was Chuuya who provoked me first. He could already feel me coming, but he still ran away. Why didn't he see me?"

Nakahara Chuuya said: "Because there is no need to meet you at all. I came here just by chance and I will definitely go back. Why should I meet you?"

Dazai Osamu held Nakahara Chuuya's hand. This was the message about the ceasefire between him and Nakahara Chuuya. It was a secret between the two of them that had been kept for countless years and could not be remembered at all.

He held Nakahara Chuuya's wrist tightly, so tightly that Nakahara Chuuya felt like he was going to crush his wrist.

He thought that after not seeing him for such a long time, he had indeed changed a lot. Dazai Osamu, who used to be able to beat three people alone, had become much stronger now.

Nakahara Chuuya asked him: "Why? Are you afraid that I will use my supernatural powers on you?"

Dazai shook his head and asked, "Then can you tell me why you have been making all these moves these days?"

If you just want to leave, there is no need. There is no need to have compassion for the people of this world, and there is no need to have a sense of belonging to the Port Mafia.

Moreover...even if he had a sense of belonging to the Port Mafia, there was no need for Chuuya Nakahara to clean up these seemingly miscellaneous existences. As soon as he entered the Mafia, he directly became the subordinate of Ozaki Koyo. Chuuya Nakahara, who was far superior to many low-level members of the Port Mafia, never needed to do these things before.

Everything he handled was sorted out by Dazai Osamu himself before being handed over to him.

"..." Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a moment, "Because I suddenly realized it, I don't know how to leave, is that ok?"

"There's no point in dealing with this. I just didn't like it and cleared it away. Why? Is that not allowed?"

Seeing that Nakahara Chuuya didn't want to tell him the truth, Dazai Osamu was not in a hurry.

"Okay." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "In that case, you will stay here for a while? Since you don't know how to get back, how about staying with me in the Armed Detective Agency?"

Nakahara Chuuya glanced at him and refused outright: "No way, I would never go there even if I die."

"Well." Dazai Osamu curled his lips and said thoughtfully, "It seems that from Chuuya's place, I also defected to the Armed Detective Agency?"

Nakahara Chuuya raised his eyebrows: "Why do I always feel that you are a little unusually excited about your decision? Why, do you think this is the best choice?"

Dazai Osamu shrugged noncommittally: "I just wanted to change my lifestyle. So I didn't defect in Chuuya's world? Oh, it's really a pity. Did I kill Mr. Mori and take over?"

leader.

Nakahara Chuuya's gaze paused for a moment, and he asked Dazai Osamu: "Why do you think so?"

Dazai Osamu tilted his head and gave him a brief but beautiful smile: "Because it is impossible for me to stay in the same place and breathe with Mr. Mori. If I didn't run, then Mr. Mori must have disappeared."

Nakahara Chuuya was not at all confused by his smile. Rather than saying that he was not confused, it would be better to say that he was already used to it: "So, now you run away?"

Dazai Osamu said in a relaxed tone: "Yes, but I still feel a little regretful."

Nakahara Chuuya asked: "What do you regret?"

“I won’t tell Chuuya.”

Shui Jiangyi lowered his eyes and thought to himself, Even if you don’t tell me, I know it.

Before the death of Nakahara Chuuya, played by him, he had gone on a mission with Dazai Osamu for the last time. The mission was held at the edge of a shrine. During one of Dazai Osamu's suicidal moves, Nakahara Chuuya was successfully injured. The two young men who were feared by the port mafia walked forward breathlessly on the muddy ground, enduring the baptism of heavy rain.

It was a mountain road, and on the way back, the car was buried by the collapsed mountain.

In the pouring rain, there was no shelter at all. Without a car, Nakahara Chuuya had to walk in the rain with Dazai Osamu on his back.

Dazai Osamu complained to Nakahara Chuuya: "It's so annoying. Why don't they know how to control their severity? Why can't they just kill me in one go?"

He was suffocating because of the pressure from Dazai Osamu, and he couldn't use gravity to block the rain. While cursing Dazai Osamu's ineffective ability a hundred times in his heart, he turned his head and glanced at the bandages on Dazai Osamu's body.

Just now, Dazai Osamu was hit by a gun on his forearm. He was bleeding profusely, but he was not afraid of anything and continued to make trouble.

Zhongyuan Zhongye said angrily: "If you keep talking, do you believe I will throw you down?"

Dazai Osamu hugged his neck and said coquettishly: "No way."

The heavy rain pressed down on him, and it was so cold that it almost penetrated his bones. Only Dazai's breath against his neck was warm. Dazai leaned against Nakahara Chuuya and asked, "Chuuya, tell me, will we die here?"

His forehead was pressed against Chuuya Nakahara's neck, and it was so hot that Chuuya Nakahara's heart was beating.

Dazai Osamu has a fever.

"It shouldn't be easy for a bastard like you to die." Nakahara Chuuya tried hard to adjust his breathing, but the air became thinner and thinner in the rain, and the rain flowed down his cheeks. He said, "You can see smoke not far away. I saw it on the way here."

"Chuuya..." Dazai Osamu whispered in a low voice, "You are lying to me."

"Huh?" Nakahara Chuuya was puzzled. Dazai Osamu had been burned into this state. Could he still tell whether he was lying to him or not?

"Why do you say that?"

"Because if we were really close, Chuuya would definitely leave me alone and send someone to pick me up, right?"

"..." Tsk, I really can't play with someone like Dazai Osamu, he can't hide anything, "So?"

You want to get beaten?

"Chuuya is so heartless." Although he said this, Dazai Osamu held Chuuya's body tightly but did not let go. He leaned his head on Chuuya's shoulder and said with great mercy, "But I am a great person, so I think I should forgive Chuuya."

Afterwards, Dazai Osamu's voice gradually faded away.

Probably because he was confused, Nakahara Chuuya did not dare to stop to check on Dazai Osamu, so he had to keep walking with Dazai Osamu on his back. He didn't know how long he walked before he found a house. Before he could even speak, he fainted in front of that family.

When he woke up, Dazai Osamu was already awake and was lying beside the bed, looking at him with bright eyes, which were so rare and bright that it seemed like falling stars.

Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously felt that he must have something to say to him, but Dazai Osamu did not say it until the hostess of the family came in and invited them to finish lunch.

Not long after lunch, the port mafia found this place. Nakahara Chuuya said goodbye to the hostess and got on the car. Before getting on the car, Dazai Osamu stopped him and said, "Chuuya, I heard there is a shrine here. Do you want to go with me?"

When did Dazai's family start believing in shrines?

Nakahara Chuuya found it strange, but thinking of Dazai Osamu's sparkling eyes, he still did not refuse: "Okay"

Or rather, he had never successfully rejected any request from Dazai Osamu.

The shrine was on a very far mountain. It had just rained yesterday and the air was still filled with the scent of fresh herbs from the soil. Neither he nor Dazai Osamu were ordinary people, so climbing a mountain was a simple matter for them.

So Nakahara Chuuya followed Dazai Osamu and climbed up the mountain step by step very seriously.

In addition to the temple, there is also a huge tree with a lush crown covered with red ribbons. When the wind blows, it looks like a scattered rain, with red floating everywhere.

There was a small stall under the tree. The stall owner was an old lady wearing a kimono. Her silver hair was tied up with a hairpin. She looked very kind. There were several red ribbons on the stall.

Dazai Osamu, who had just climbed a mountain to worship the gods, suddenly forgot what the gods were and ran to the stall curiously and asked, "Can I sell this?"

The old lady nodded with a smile: "Yes, young man, do you want to buy one?"

"What can I use it for?" Dazai Osamu asked.

He is going to start pretending to be a little master who knows nothing again. Nakahara Chuuya sighed helplessly, but he was not in the mood to watch Dazai Osamu continue to act stupid. He walked to the tree to read the red silk satin that the predecessors had written about.

The people here include close fathers and sons, friends, or lovers.

Many people made beautiful wishes to this tree, some about the future and some about the present. They were all small but happy wishes.

At this moment, Dazai Osamu came back to him with two pieces of red silk in his hands and said, "Chuuya, write down your wish, please."

He looked very happy and seemed to be having a lot of fun. In order to prevent Dazai Osamu from making trouble again, Nakahara Chuuya picked up a pen and quickly wrote down his wish.

“I hope everyone is happy.”

After finishing writing, Nakahara Chuuya decisively used gravity to throw his silk to the highest place.

Dazai Osamu held his chin and said, "I want it too."

Nakahara Chuuya asked him, "Why?"

"Because who knows if there will be someone who wants to peek into my dreams like Chuuya?" "..."Who wants to peek into your dreams!

Nakahara Chuuya used gravity to throw his silk to the highest ground and asked with a stinky face, "Can we go now?"

Dazai Osamu came over and asked him, "Chuya, don't you want to know what my dream is?"

"If I want to know, will you tell me?"

"Of course."

"? Then why did you ask me to throw your red satin as high as possible just now?"

"Because what I want to do is related to Chuuya!"

Related to me? Zhongyuan Zhongya was a little curious: "How is it related to me?"

"If I resign from the Port Mafia with Chuuya, then Mr. Mori won't hunt me down. Surely Chuuya, who is careless, will be easier to find, right?"

"I actually had a fantasy about you that shouldn't exist." Nakahara Chuuya raised his hand to beat up Dazai Osamu, "Go away quickly, or I'll beat you up."

"So if I leave one day, will Chuuya go with me?"

"Go back and tell Mr. Mori that you want to defect, you bastard!"

Nakahara Chuuya did not tell Dazai Osamu that in fact, before he heard Dazai Osamu's dream, he had already seen the words on the red satin.

On the red silk that fluttered like butterfly wings, there was a calligraphy of Osamu Dazai written in the shape of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes.

Want to escape.

…

"Is there something hidden from me?"

"no."

"Really?" Dazai Osamu stared into Nakahara Chuuya's eyes and said, "Chuuya, you know that you won't lie at all, right?"

Every time he tells a lie, his eyes wander in an unknown direction, and the frequency of his eyelashes trembling alone can betray his guilt.

Especially in front of someone as sharp as Dazai Osamu and familiar with him, Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuuya who was close at hand: "Chuuya, if you don't tell me the truth, you know what I will do, right?"

"Tsk." Nakahara Chuuya impatiently slapped Dazai Osamu's hand away, "I know, I know. Why are you still so annoying even in a different world? Let me tell you, I came here to do something, and I won't leave until I accomplish that thing."

"It has something to do with me, right?" Dazai Osamu asked.

"..." Nakahara Chuuya glared at him, "Can you please not ask so thoroughly? This is not about you. Disappear from now on. If you spread rumors like that again, I will beat you up."

"Well." Dazai Osamu chuckled, "I was just afraid that Chuuya wouldn't know how to cover up his lie, so I wanted to help Chuuya."

As his voice fell, Nakahara Chuuya suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside.

He looked out along the door and found that the people who came in were all dressed neatly, wearing the black suits of the port mafia, which made people dare not look directly at them.

.

So Nakahara Chuuya reacted slowly again and was tricked by Dazai Osamu again.

What Dazai Osamu said to him just now was just to buy time so that Sister Hongye could find him.

What will happen if Hongye finds him?

Stay here longer?

... Was the trauma I caused to Dazai Osamu really that serious? Nakahara Chuuya reflected.

The situation was so serious that even the move to get him to stay had to go through many twists and turns and involve Sister Hongye.

and……

"You are currently a member of the Armed Detective Agency. You are standing so blatantly on the port's black territory. Are you sure you can get away?"

Dazai Osamu shook his head: "I feel like I can't escape, so."

"Everything is up to Chuuya."

Ah, don't act like we are the same as before, leaving everything to me and it doesn't matter if I make mistakes, Shui Jiangyi couldn't help but feel a headache.

But the situation did not allow him to continue delaying with Dazai Osamu. Mizue Yi walked out of the container. He thought the person who came was Akutagawa Ryunosuke. Akutagawa Ryunosuke was the child he raised, and he would always listen to him.

He is not ready to return to the Port Mafia and face them just yet.

But when he walked out of the container door and saw the person standing in front of the door, he couldn't help but hold his hands.

Because the person who came was not Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but Ozaki Koyo.

She stood outside the door, holding an umbrella to shield herself from the sun, her gorgeous makeup highlighting her exquisite beauty.

Ozaki Kouyo looked at Nakahara Chuuya who was standing in front of Dazai Osamu and couldn't help but tear up.

Before she said anything, Shui Jiangyi seemed to have understood her sorrow.

Because his heart was beating so slowly, as if a blunt knife was cutting his flesh.

Shui Jiangyi suddenly remembered that in the world of the if line, the person in front of him who loved Zhongyuan Chuuya was during the period when the new and old leaders were taking over.

Closed my eyes forever.

This person only exists in the distant memory of Nakahara Chuuya, who became a lonely man in the if line.

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