Do you regret it?

Nakahara Chuuya lifted his eyelids and looked at him lazily, then closed his eyes again, facing the crescent moon in the sky, and listened leisurely to the cicada chirping that seemed to be close at hand. The sound was lazy and had a bit of the gentleness that was necessary at night: "Don't force me to beat you."

"Chuuya, I've told you so many times, I'm your leader! Leader! You don't show me the same respect as you show him!" Dazai Osamu said unhappily, his iris-colored eyes full of childishness. He muttered, "Chuuya must have regretted it, so he didn't come to keep me company the day before yesterday."

After hearing the first half, Nakahara Chuuya also wanted to refute Dazai Osamu.

It is true that he did not have the same respect for Dazai Osamu as he did for Mr. Mori, but if Dazai Osamu was as reliable as Mr. Mori, he would never have maintained such a friendly relationship with Dazai Osamu as usual. After all, even if Dazai Osamu was a big boss who could make things happen in front of others, in front of him he was just a troublemaker who needed his protection and would call him in the middle of the night and say, "Chu Ye, I really want to eat crab meat now. Can you come out and cook it for me?"

When he heard the latter part, he felt that Dazai Osamu was picking on him for no reason.

"Why would you want me to go with you to a party like that? There are so many people there, almost all of Yokohama's upper class is there. If there's an explosion, it will cause big problems. Nakajima-kun is also by your side, and besides." Nakahara Chuuya was furious. "You've been nagging me these past few days, haven't you? Didn't I tell you that in addition to you attending the event that day, I would also attend a party on behalf of the Port Mafia?"

Dazai Osamu took advantage of the situation and asked, "What party?"

The cicadas' chirping seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Nakahara, who was just deeply immersed in the idea that Dazai Osamu was making unreasonable trouble, also woke up from his dream.

He stared at the dust beneath his feet, watching it being blown away bit by bit by the wind.

"This is the most crucial point you want to make trouble about." Nakahara Chuuya figured it out. He narrowed his eyes. The movements that were so natural just now seemed a little bit uncomfortable now.

He also felt a little blocked in his chest for no reason. He couldn't tell what the feeling was. He just wanted to touch a cigarette. Before his hand moved, he remembered that Dazai Osamu didn't like the smell of cigarettes at all, so his hand stopped in mid-air again.

He seemed to be suddenly trapped in a bottomless swamp by these words. The swamp enveloped him layer by layer, leaving him nowhere to hide. After thinking for a while, Nakahara Chuuya explained in an unconventional way: "It was just a gathering in an underground place. I didn't do anything there. I just beat them up. I didn't get hurt badly, but the wounds looked a little scary."

When Mr. Mori first took over the Port Mafia, he faced a Port Mafia that was almost completely collapsed.

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya were the first batch of people he recruited after taking over the mafia. Both of them witnessed how the port mafia was completely changed back then.

It was almost the same as starting from scratch. No, it was a little more difficult than starting from scratch, because the port mafia at that time was notorious in Yokohama because the old leader was particularly irritable in middle age.

But Dazai Osamu was very powerful, and Mr. Mori's methods were also remarkable, so they got off to a rapid start.

In just two years, the port mafia successfully landed.

Although Mr. Mori's disappearance this time did not have a big overall impact, it did cause waves of small-scale conflicts, and the trend was getting bigger and bigger. Recently, several projects that were being negotiated were ruined, which made Dazai Osamu a little worried. After staying up all night for several nights in a row, Nakahara Chuuya had no choice but to surround them in a circle and give them a lesson one by one.

Although it took a lot of force, the ending was good. He probably won't cause any trouble in the short term. Although as a price, Nakahara Chuuya had to lie at home for two days.

"It's not a big deal, but you didn't tell me, Chuuya." Dazai Osamu tilted his head and said, "These are the things I want to know. I would rather hear them from you than from the doctor who belongs to the port's black hand."

His tone was neither a criticism nor a complaint, but rather light and indifferent, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, but it made Nakahara Chuuya feel even more irritated for no reason.

It was as if he was deliberately hiding something from Dazai Osamu.

Nakahara Chuuya struggled for a while, hesitating between explaining it to Dazai Osamu and ending the topic, and chose to end it.

He said, "...I understand. I will report to you immediately when I do these things in the future."

Nakahara Chuuya spoke very sincerely and also made up his mind that if he encountered such a thing again in the future, in order to avoid Dazai Osamu recording it for three days like this time, he might as well write a report with details about how many cups of tea he drank when he went there.

But what he didn't expect was that Dazai Osamu did not become happy because of his answer.

"So, can Chuuya give me an answer now?" Dazai Osamu asked.

Answer? What answer?

Just now, Dazai Osamu asked Nakahara Chuuya so many questions that for a moment, Nakahara Chuuya didn't know how to answer Dazai Osamu.

But subconsciously, he felt that it was still the original question, Dazai Osamu asked him, do you regret it?

Nakahara Chuuya thought that Dazai Osamu knew that he was still sending people to look for Mr. Mori, or maybe he did this without telling Dazai Osamu and made Dazai Osamu dissatisfied, so he asked like this?

Indeed.

From an outsider's perspective, it is normal for Chuuya Nakahara to be dissatisfied with Dazai Osamu, and these are the ironclad evidence of this phenomenon.

Nakahara Chuuya should have a thousand or ten thousand reasons to be dissatisfied with Dazai Osamu. After all, Dazai Osamu is such a bad guy, and no one knows him better than Nakahara Chuuya.

But it was this kind of Nakahara Chuuya that he gave up a thousand and ten thousand reasons for his dissatisfaction.

Nakahara Chuuya replied to Dazai Osamu: "No regrets."

The reason for looking for Mr. Mori was, firstly, because Nakahara Chuuya was a person who would not give up until he saw the Yellow River, and secondly, because he wanted to help Dazai Osamu clear the charge of murdering Mr. Mori.

In this world, Nakahara Chuuya is not the person who knows him best, but he is the person who knows Dazai Osamu's true nature best. He has always firmly believed that someone like Dazai Osamu would not be interested in the identity of the leader of the port mafia.

This position, which is tempting to others, is pressure, a scourge, and a responsibility that makes it impossible to escape from this world that he hates in the eyes of Dazai Osamu.

So rather than saying that it was Dazai Osamu who chose to be the leader, it would be more accurate to say that apart from Dazai Osamu, there was no one else who could take on the role of leader at that time.

Am I still a coward at heart? Nakahara Chuuya would often think so afterwards.

If he were to be the leader, he would never be able to do better than Dazai Osamu.

He still hasn't gotten over the sad news that Mr. Mori has gone missing and Ozaki Koyo has died. He still remembers his helplessness at that time and the hand that Dazai Osamu extended to him.

At that time, Dazai Osamu's hand fell on his shoulder and touched it lightly. Dazai Osamu's hands were always cold, even in summer, in the stuffy environment, in the crowded hall.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the crowd, in a small corner, beside the scattered dust, he said to Nakahara Chuuya, "Don't worry."

From then on, Nakahara Chuuya no longer needed to worry, because Dazai Osamu took on all the burdens.

Rather than trying to seize power from Dazai Osamu, what he wanted to do more was to ask Dazai Osamu if he was tired of pretending every day.

So even though this period of time was really, really dangerous, when Dazai Osamu said to him in a childish tone, "I want to go out."

Nakahara Chuuya opened the car door.

So when there were so many protests that they could have drowned Chuuya Nakahara, he, despite all the criticism, was the first to kneel down on one knee in front of Dazai Osamu and declare his loyalty.

"I offer you all my loyalty and devotion."

Dazai Osamu paused for a moment, then he turned his head and said, "Chuya, you're so corny." Although he said that, he couldn't hide the laughter in his voice at all.

"If you laugh again I'll beat you up."

Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but laugh. It was indeed a bit corny, but the time period was indeed a bit special. If it was in the past, when he and Dazai Osamu were still partners, he would definitely not say such words to Dazai Osamu. He would just choke Dazai Osamu.

If Mr. Mori were still alive and he and Dazai Osamu had become ordinary colleagues, he would definitely not say such things to Dazai Osamu, because this bastard Dazai Osamu would definitely be the same as when he was seventeen years old, and time would never make him grow up.

At that time, he had just taken over the gem business from Dazai Osamu, and he was very busy. The same was true for Dazai Osamu. Mr. Mori would never forget Dazai Osamu when he was enslaving Nakahara Chuuya.

But Dazai Osamu, who was also extremely busy at that time, would still take a special car to come here and stop at the pier for a while in his busy schedule just to see his smile. Nakahara Chuuya found it hard to forget that time when, against the backdrop of dusk, the dark car window slowly lowered, revealing half of Dazai Osamu's cold white face and his curved iris-colored eyes.

But it is now.

On this rare peaceful night, on this night covered with countless bloody storms, he and Dazai Osamu sat side by side, and he had never expressed such strong emotions to Nakahara Chuuya.

In this world, if there is still one person with whom he can get along so easily, if there is still one person with whom he can support each other and walk through the darkness.

That person is Dazai Osamu.

Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't dare to say the two words that could sum up the sentence easily, he just thought about it with a smile on his face.

Perhaps, when suffering befell him, he was trapped inside, and Dazai Osamu couldn't escape?

Dazai Osamu, who was unable to escape, said: "Since your answer can almost be said to be perfect, so..."

So what?

Dazai was silent for a while, and then he said, "It will be better."

·

Nakahara Chuuya still remembers that night when Dazai Osamu ended with this sentence.

In the three years since then, the Port Mafia has indeed developed quite well.

He broke through the business chain that was confined to Yokohama and developed overseas. He was frequently assigned overseas missions by Dazai Osamu...

Suddenly, someone called him.

Nakahara Chuuya came back to his senses from his memories. He subconsciously followed the voice to find the person who called him. Before he opened his mouth, he heard that familiar voice again.

The white god of death who was very familiar in his memory was wearing childish clothes, holding a piece of bread that still smelled fragrant, looking at him in the rain with an umbrella, and his eyes were filled with innocence that had not yet dissipated.

Nakajima Atsushi said hesitantly, "Nice to see you again, sir."

His memory of the orange-haired man was so profound that Nakajima Atsushi could never forget the intimacy with which he spoke after the first time they met.

But compared to the scene when they first met, this time the gentleman just glanced at him slowly, then looked away, without even saying hello, and walked away without saying a word.

It was as if I just saw an irrelevant person.

Nakajima Atsushi stayed where he was, tightly holding the umbrella that was intended to be handed to him.

A picture suddenly flashed before my eyes. It was also a rainy day.

He was accompanied by an unknown person, and was waiting at the door of a building. He was waiting for someone.

I don't know why, this is clearly a very unfamiliar scene, but Nakajima Atsushi inexplicably knows everything.

The person standing next to him was his comrade-in-arms, and the person he was waiting for was the orange-haired gentleman whom he had just met briefly.

He had been waiting at the door for a long time to see the orange-haired man, but the orange-haired man was reluctant to see him.

Nakajima Atsushi thought, maybe it was because both he who was waiting at the door and the orange-haired man knew about it.

He came to say goodbye to Mr. Orange Hair.

"Atsushi-kun?" After running a long way, Edogawa Ranpo realized that Nakajima Atsushi had not caught up with him, so he ran back and called him, "Are you looking at something? Or are you lost?"

Nakajima Atsushi shook his head a little shyly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ranpo, I'm not lost. I was just saying hello to a gentleman who saved me. Unfortunately, the rain seemed to be too heavy just now, so he...didn't see me saying hello to him?"

At the end of his speech, he looked at the orange-haired young man's back in a daze.

He has gradually walked away, leaving behind only a fiery back.

Edogawa Ranpo followed his gaze and touched his chin thoughtfully, then said to Nakajima Atsushi, "Atsushi-kun."

"Hmm?" Nakajima Atsushi reluctantly retracted his gaze and asked doubtfully to Edogawa Ranpo, who was rarely serious.

"This is a person who has no past and no future."

Edogawa Ranpo said so.

Shui Jiangyi had no idea that Edogawa Ranpo had already exposed all his secrets. After arriving at the villa, he took a comfortable bath.

After getting caught in the rain, Shui Jiangyi plunged himself into a warm hot bath. He felt that this decision could be ranked among the hundred happiest things.

After taking a bath, he walked to the kitchen in his slippers, skillfully cleaned the pots and pans, and then went to the supermarket downstairs to buy some more ingredients.

Under the warm dim light, he skillfully shredded the cabbage and chopped the tomatoes. While cooking borscht, he made an unexpected discovery.

He just subconsciously went to the supermarket to buy something and bought a bag of frozen crab meat.

…

Shui Jiangyi asked the system: "When do the original owner's habits usually become part of my body? I remember that the last time I played Nakahara Chuuya, I didn't have this kind of influence on myself."

At that time, although facing Dazai Osamu, he occasionally had a strange premonition that he would not be able to catch Dazai Osamu who was jumping off the building, and he wished that Dazai Osamu would be 800 meters away from the balcony, but out of habit, what Nakahara Chuuya liked to eat would not be reflected on him.

Shui Jiangyi asked curiously: "Is it because of some huge reason?"

The system whispered, "One by one."

"Um?"

"It's because a chemical reaction occurred between the two world consciousnesses in you." The system explained, "The reason why I didn't recommend this character to you, but the previous three, is because those three are all people in this world line, and the if line is outside of all the stories."

"Chemical reaction." Shui Jiangyi pondered while drinking soup. He sorted out his feelings and murmured, "Two emotions overlapped, completely different but got the same ending?"

"I always feel that there are some great things hidden in the if line."

But it's a pity that only after certain things are triggered can he sporadically dig out a little bit of special memories and emotions belonging to Nakahara Chuuya in the if line from his memory.

In the following days, Shui Jiangyi was sent to different places by Mr. Sen. He handled the tasks very efficiently. Even difficult tasks seemed very easy in Shui Jiangyi's hands.

When he finished all the tasks and returned to the Port Mafia, it was already late at night, but the lights were still on inside the Port Mafia. After Shui Jiangyi returned to the office and finished writing the report, he rubbed his brows tiredly and asked the system: "During the few days I was away, did Dazai Osamu do anything?"

The system quickly called up the investigation system and said conscientiously: "They include □□Akutagawa, and □□Nakajima Atsushi. As for now... he is having a party with Odasaku and Sakaguchi Ango at the Lupin Bar."

"Also, three days ago, he went to the dormitory where he and Nakahara Chuuya lived together when they were still partners. At that time, you hadn't come yet, so you had never been to this dormitory before."

Shui Jiangyi raised his eyebrows, accurately grasped the key words, stood up from the chair easily, adjusted his cumbersome three-piece suit, tilted his hat over his eyelids, and his ice-blue eyes curved with a smile.

"Lupin."

The dim light illuminated the bar. The familiar boss was wiping the glass wine glasses in front of the wine cabinet. Oda Sakunosuke was anxiously waiting for Dazai Osamu to arrive.

Ever since he saw Nakahara Chuuya that day, he has been trying to get something out of Dazai Osamu.

Unfortunately, he was out of town and couldn't get away, and Dazai Osamu's mouth was like a saw-mouthed gourd, talking about this and that but was unwilling to tell him about Nakahara Chuuya.

Tsk, I must get something out of Dazai later.

Odasaku thought gloomily.

Suddenly, the wind chimes in the bar rang.

Odasaku looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw a silent blue.

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