He struggled with his hands and easily broke free from Dazai Osamu's restraints.

When he looked down at his wrist, he saw that his wrist, which was always covered by shirts and looked very white, was indeed red.

Nakahara Chuuya was not afraid of pain, after all, he had endured pain that was thousands of times more painful than this. However, Dazai Osamu seemed to have a deep understanding of the location of the bones in the wrist. Just now, even the leader Dazai Osamu, who had been with him day and night for seven or eight years, could not be so skilled in touching the cartilage in his wrist. Moreover, Dazai Osamu's skill did not seem like he had touched his bones clearly before and therefore remembered them, but more like a doctor's familiarity with his patient.

But he didn't ask any more questions. After Nakahara Chuuya withdrew his hand, he said to Dazai Osamu, "You can go now."

Dazai Osamu gently curved his lips and said, "Chuye, did you come here just for me? Wouldn't it be too obvious if you let me go?"

Nakahara Chuuya, who had just met Akutagawa Ryunosuke, was not afraid at all. He raised his head towards the door and said, "Hurry up, there is no trace of me on the chain."

Dazai Osamu said: "You know, Chuuya, you are surprisingly cautious right now."

Nakahara Chuuya didn't want to know, he said, "Dazai."

"Um?"

"Please don't see me until I leave, okay?"

In the silent dungeon, Dazai Osamu heard Nakahara Chuuya say this to him. When he said that, he saw a piece of icy blue, dark as an iceberg that had been sleeping for a long time, calm but with waves surging underneath.

Nakahara Chuuya said: "That is my only request to you."

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"——, something is wrong with you." Watching Mizue Yi drive Dazai away, the system said, "You let the mission target run away, how can we continue the mission?"

Shuijiang Yi was sitting with her legs crossed while eating snacks in Zhongyuan Chuuya's office: "Dazai Osamu is different."

The system asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you see that Dazai Osamu has been testing me all along? Whether it's the rumors about Aramatsu, my sense of belonging to the Port Mafia, or even Akutagawa Ryunosuke, even though Dazai Osamu was beaten so badly by Akutagawa Ryunosuke today, he definitely got every bit of the information he wanted from Akutagawa."

"He was like a coward who had failed many times. He kept trying on me. Am I Nakahara Chuuya? Or maybe he knew who I was and where I came from before he even met me."

"Eh?" The system was a little confused. "But the story lines of your world and this world are different, right?"

"That's true, but who is Dazai Osamu? Why do you think Dazai Osamu in the if line jumped off the building?"

"..." The system choked up and said, "Dazai Osamu is a huge and invincible bug! The technical department didn't explain it to me clearly!"

Shui Jiangyi shrugged and chuckled, "Even if I explain it to you clearly, do you think your so-called technical department can still get rid of Dazai Osamu?"

This is simply impossible.

"He obviously knew where I came from, but he kept trying to use memories to ask me if I had the same memories. It meant that Dazai was also confused. Why do I have different memories?"

"If I don't have the same memory, why am I here?"

"Dazai Osamu, who knew everything, was unfamiliar with this matter, so he was in a passive position. He used all the means to keep me here, whether it was telling Sister Hongye where I was or taking risks himself to come to the Port Mafia."

"And I have to keep this strangeness. If I lose this strangeness, he will see through me and say that I am not Nakahara Chuuya." Mizue Yi held up his chin and said, "Then even if I get close to him, Dazai Osamu will ignore me."

"He will kill me, thinking I am occupying Chuuya Nakahara's body."

"Dazai Osamu is a lunatic who is out of touch with the crowd."

Many years ago, Shui Jiangyi used the identity of the seventeen-year-old Zhongyuan Chuuya.

You already understand how difficult Dazai Osamu is.

I also experienced the pain of near death at the hands of Dazai Osamu.

He raised an eyebrow at the system: "Don't worry, Dazai Osamu will definitely come back to find me."

This is the answer that if told me firmly in my heart.

It is a gloomy day.

Shui Jiangyi received the first task assigned to him by Mr. Mori. There was a batch of goods that needed him to keep an eye on at Yokohama Coast.

Shui Jiangyi used to not be very fond of gloomy weather, but after coming into Zhongyuan Chuuya's body, he inexplicably disliked rainy days and naturally had a violent feeling towards such weather.

Fortunately, this task was not difficult, and because of his previous actions, no one was willing to try to get in his way, so it was completed not long after.

The evening sea breeze blew up his cloak. He smelled the sea breeze and stared at the people - each of them loaded the goods onto the truck, trying hard to suppress his discomfort and keeping a cold face.

After the meeting, his subordinates tremblingly suggested to drive Shui Jiangyi back, but Shui Jiangyi refused because he remembered that not far away was Zhongyuan Chuye's private villa. Seeing that it was about to rain, Shui Jiangyi decided to go to his villa before it rained.

Who knew that just before he was about to return to the villa, it suddenly started to drizzle.

Zhongyuan Zhongya impatiently used gravity to separate the rain, and the rain slid down along the barrier of gravity.

He was so lonely among the crowd, like an alien.

Everyone who passes by him has nothing to do with him.

On the way, he inadvertently recalled an incident long ago when Mr. Mori in the if line had just disappeared mysteriously.

The Port Mafia was engaged in an internal struggle, and Dazai Osamu successfully became the leader of the Port Mafia. He was the sharpest knife under the Port Mafia leader.

The two of them are feared by others outside, but they can hardly make a single move in the mafia. Every day they have to quarrel with people they used to know. Those familiar faces and those special times that seemed to exist have all been stained with darkness because of Mr. Mori's disappearance. The faces of those people that originally had gentle smiles have gradually turned into blank slates.

Internal struggles are more tiring than external struggles. That day, Nakahara Chuuya finished his day's mission and accidentally fell asleep on the sofa in the leader's office. When he came to Dazai Osamu to report, Dazai Osamu was not there.

By the time he woke up, it was already dark. Only a dim light was on in the leader's office. Under the dim light, Dazai Osamu was sitting in front of the window, reviewing today's report. His calm profile looked like a piece of fine porcelain, reflecting the moonlight. His iris-colored eyes were lowered, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

Nakahara Chuuya rubbed his eyes and sat up and asked, "When did you come back? Why didn't you wake me up?"

Without even looking up, Dazai Osamu said, "I called him, but Chuuya was sleeping so soundly that I couldn't wake him up."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Nakahara Chuuya didn't believe it at all. Yesterday, he and Dazai Osamu were on the way to a banquet. He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He protected Dazai Osamu behind him almost the moment the gunshots were heard.

"Okay, to be honest, I want Nakadashi to sleep a little longer." Dazai Osamu's voice was soft and gentle. After he became the leader, he often spoke in this tone, which appeased many low-level mafia members and made them have the illusion that Dazai Osamu was a good person.

Nakahara Chuuya was shivering: "Don't talk to me in that tone, I will definitely vomit. Do you want to be murdered sitting in a place like this?"

When Mr. Mori was the leader of the port mafia, this phenomenon was not uncommon.

However, when Dazai Osamu was almost assassinated for the first time after he came to power, it was as if a flaw appeared in the indestructible steel, which almost attracted countless wolves and tigers.

It has not even been three months since he took office, and there have been countless waves of assassins coming and going.

Dazai Osamu raised his head and smiled at him, his iris-colored eyes revealing an indescribable subtle smile. He said with a smile: "Even if Chuuya knows, don't expose me. Is this angle of mine okay?" It was indeed a good angle for assassination.

Nakahara Chuuya sighed helplessly and stretched his muscles: "If you are really free, then let's go to the training ground we used to go to practice. That way I can relax and close my eyes when I'm not with you."

Dazai Osamu sternly refused: "No!"

Zhong Yuanzhong glanced at him and said, "So you're going to stay here as a sick beauty for the night? Won't you be frozen to the bone by the time I come tomorrow morning?"

Dazai Osamu tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Then, Chuuya, can you accompany me out for a while?"

"Hmm?" Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't understand what he meant.

Dazai Osamu said to him sincerely: "It's so depressing to be in the Port Mafia, Chuuya, can you accompany me to go out and play?"

"Go out? Outside?" Nakahara Chuuya poked his upper palate with the tip of his tongue. "If you want to die, it will be more comfortable to stay here. I believe you can't accept being exposed in the wilderness."

"…But isn't Yuchu also by my side?"

So, in the middle of the night when the wind was high, the garage of the Port Mafia lit up, and a red sports car belonging to Chuuya Nakahara rushed out and rushed towards the undulating outlines of the mountains in the rain.

Nakahara Chuuya, who was driving, turned his head and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Dazai Osamu thought for a while and said, "I want to go to a very high place."

When Chuuya Nakahara knew Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu, who was always decisive and quick in speaking to others, liked to use some incomprehensible quantifiers to speak to him, such as "a very high place", "a very far place", "very delicious something".

After becoming the leader of the Port Mafia, he still continued this habit, but by this time, Nakahara Chuuya had already spent many years with him and figured out what he really wanted.

The place Dazai Osamu was talking about at this time was nothing more than a place.

The mountains in Yokohama are not very high, and the lights were all turned off in the middle of the night. Nakahara Chuuya stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and drove towards the distant mountains.

The trees were doubled, the mountain road was rugged, and the car was going very fast. The scenery outside the car window almost became a fleeting afterimage. Nakahara Chuuya's love of racing has become more and more serious in recent months, but Dazai Osamu did not feel uncomfortable at all. He looked ahead with a smile, obviously feeling that racing made him feel very excited, and urged: "Faster, faster."

"Got it, asshole."

"Don't call him bastard, call him leader."

“…”

Speed ​​racing is actually a very good activity for venting emotions. Nakahara Chuuya stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the fiery red sports car rushed through the deep forest like a blazing fire. Almost all the frustration accumulated in the past few months was vented out in these few short minutes.

But—I accidentally went too far.

The wheels of the car sank slightly into the narrow mountain road. Dazai Osamu leaned against the wall of the car with a look of happiness in his eyes: "Ahhhhh, are we going to fall off?"

Zhong Yuanzhong just gave him a look and sighed helplessly: "You want to die, but I don't want to be buried with you."

"What a disappointment, Chuuya." Dazai Osamu curled his lips in disappointment.

Dazai Osamu cannot use gravity directly in the car, and Nakahara Chuuya turned the steering wheel very quickly. He had participated in drag racing activities before, and had crossed countless mountains overnight. Among them, he had never encountered such a situation before. The right tire of the sports car tilted up, and the whole car flipped up slightly, but the situation was reversed in just one second.

After that, there was no conversation along the way until we reached the top of the mountain.

Dazai Osamu opened the door and got out of the car, looking up at the sky. The sound of wind gently brushed across his cheeks in the quiet night, there were the rustling sounds of leaves sliding and the chirping of cicadas in the summer night. The crescent moon in the sky and the silent and bright stars seemed to be right in front of him - he could just reach out and grab them.

He sat in the car with his eyes closed, swinging his legs leisurely: "Ah, the night is really beautiful."

Nakahara Chuuya turned off the engine and walked over to sit next to him: "Hmm."

He had been in a state of extreme tension since Dazai Osamu took office. Tonight, he relaxed a little and said softly, "I haven't had an orgasm this high for a long time."

Dazai Osamu didn't say anything, so he didn't say anything either. He just felt the night breeze and enjoyed this moment of peace.

I don't know how long it took, Dazai suddenly asked: "Chuuya, do you regret supporting me to the top?"

Nakahara Chuuya opened his eyes and saw his own clear reflection in Dazai Osamu's iris-colored pupils.

In just three months, both he and Dazai Osamu had undergone a complete transformation - the same change.

Dazai Osamu never threatened to commit suicide in front of him again. He took the red scarf, sat in the leader's position with a smile on his face, and learned how to manipulate people's hearts without any instruction.

It didn't take Dazai Osamu long to go from being rejected at the beginning to being accepted by everyone through his ability to accumulate wealth.

But for Chuuya Nakahara, it was a complete change.

From being a double black to being alone, from a candidate cadre to an cadre, it seemed like only three months, but the blood of his men was almost more than that of the past five years. He was known for his ruthlessness and became known as a...

The most useful hunting dog under Dazai Osamu.

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