The man in an exquisite burgundy three-piece suit reached out and opened the door.

After being swallowed by the dim light, it tried to fill in his color bit by bit, trying to outline his dazzling orange semi-long hair and those charming ice-blue eyes. The outline of his slender body was outlined by the light. He walked out of the darkness and stepped into the colorful twilight.

But it is more dazzling and beautiful than any other color.

Almost at the first sight of this person, Odasaku could determine that this person was his friend, Nakahara Chuuya, with whom he had once had a drink.

But this man seemed to be meeting him for the first time. He sat down at a booth next to him with ease. His long legs were hanging down, looking straight and beautiful. He sat on the chair and swayed for a while. He held his chin with one hand and knocked on the bar. He said to the boss, "Give me a glass of vodka."

Odasaku was completely ignored.

But he simply couldn't take his eyes off. Although he and Nakahara Chuuya knew each other because of Dazai Osamu, their relationship was definitely not maintained solely by Dazai Osamu.

Odasaku doesn't have many friends, or rather, it's strange for him to have friends since he used to be a member of the mafia.

Therefore, whether it is Sakaguchi Ango, Dazai Osamu who wants to commit suicide all the time, or the high-ranking candidate officer Nakahara Chuuya, Oda Saku cherishes them all very much.

They would find time to get together at regular times. During one period, Dazai Osamu was tortured by Mr. Mori to the point where he was worse off than death, but Sakaguchi Ango refused to come out, saying that he had something to do. The person who accompanied him was Nakahara Chuuya.

Every night when he waited here, he would silently watch the time, and then when the wind chimes on the door rang, he would see Nakahara Chuuya walk in from outside, walk straight to his side and sit down, his gorgeous eyebrows illuminated by the dim light, his ice-blue eyes lazily closed, his fingers tapping on the bar as if dancing, ordering a glass of vodka.

This happened almost every time, and Odasaku was very curious.

One time, I couldn't stand it anymore and asked him, "Why do you only order vodka every time you come here?"

Nakahara Chuuya seemed to be stumped by Odasaku's question. He was silent for a long time before he stared at Odasaku. His icy blue eyes were bright and he said seriously, "If Dazai Osamu and I quarrel one day, will you stand with me or Dazai Osamu?"

Odasaku thought that Nakahara Chuuya would tell him to shut up, or ask why he should tell him such a thing, but fate suddenly grabbed his throat. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya in front of him, with slightly red eyes and a reserved look like a rich young man. He finally realized why Nakahara Chuuya in Dazai Osamu's words looked like this, because not only the usually gloomy Dazai Osamu looked like this when he saw Nakahara Chuuya, but the reserved Nakahara Chuuya also looked the same when he saw Dazai Osamu.

The two of them are like detonators for each other.

There is a special talent that no matter what kind of person you are in the outside world, when you get involved with the other person, you are all equally childish.

Odasaku was silent for a moment, but he couldn't resist his curiosity and said against his conscience, "Stand by you."

Then Nakahara Chuuya patted him on the shoulder. He suddenly leaned close to Odasaku's ear, his warm breath brushing against his ear, and said mysteriously, "Because... I get drunk easily."

After he finished speaking, he left without any regrets. He leaned against the bar, swung the crystal glass in his hand and whispered, "I asked the boss to redeem this glass of vodka."

I don’t know if it was Oda Saku’s illusion, but he always felt that Nakahara Chuuya’s earlobes were a little pink that night.

It must be an illusion, he said with a smile after taking a sip of wine.

·

Zhongyuan Zhongye took a sip of wine.

The strong smell of alcohol made him frown in discomfort, and the tip of his tongue felt hot. He looked around at the surrounding facilities, the familiar bar and the familiar cat, everything looked familiar. But where was the familiar boss who would buy him drinks?

Just as I was wondering, a cup was suddenly pushed over to me.

The glass in the cup was translucent and gleaming, with a round ice cube sunk inside. It was very conspicuous on the wooden bar counter, reflecting the heavy dark color.

He looked along the arm that pushed the cup and saw a gentle and smiling face. The owner of the cup said to him with a warm smile: "The boss has retired, and the one who works at Lupin now is the boss's son."

“I just took over not long ago, so I don’t remember the preferences of some old customers.”

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly realized, and then took a look at the boss's appearance, only to find that it was indeed different from what he remembered.

It was just because the lighting in the bar was too dim that he didn't notice at first glance that the boss's originally old face had become much younger, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes had disappeared.

Nakahara Chuuya originally didn't like to talk to people, but perhaps because this person smiled so gently, he was willing to talk to him. He said, "Then how do you know what I like?"

Under the light, his ice-blue eyes seemed to overlap with the ice-blue eyes in Oda's memories.

Odasaku pulled himself out of his memories with great effort. After pulling himself away, he exhaled softly and said in a relaxed tone, "Because... I have seen you a long time ago."

He said to himself, "You were on a business trip a while ago, so I haven't seen him for a while. Before, I could see you coming here every night to drink."

"Just sit here."

Nakahara Chuuya blinked, reluctantly accepted his words, and said vaguely: "Well, I did have some problems some time ago. Thank you for the wine, but I am not used to drinking other people's wine."

After Nakahara Chuuya finished speaking, he pushed the wine glass back decisively.

Odasaku was not angry either. He had originally used this glass of wine to talk to Nakahara Chuuya. He fumbled with the cold wall of the glass, which was covered with steam. His fingers were curled up due to the freezing cold. He was unaware and just said, "Can we be friends?"

friend?

There seemed to be a flash of confusion in the eyes of the person in front of him, but it was suppressed in an instant. He glanced at Odasaku with some hesitation, nodded, and extended his hand reservedly.

"My name is Nakahara Chuuya."

The past seemed to be replayed at this moment. Odasaku held this hand and spoke gently.

"My name is Oda Sakunosuke."

Oda Sakunosuke was probably born with a talent for getting along with people, or perhaps he was particularly gifted in making friends with Nakahara Chuuya.

After just a few brief chats, Nakahara Chuuya unexpectedly discovered that Oda Sakunosuke was so compatible with him.

From literature to the game that was just released not long ago, he felt a little surprised: "Are you really not agreeing with me on purpose?"

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head and said gently, "I don't think I have any reason to deceive you, right? Besides."

He looked at Nakahara Chuuya with a smile. He really liked him.

The reason why there are so many overlaps is that they were very good friends before.

They used to drink and talk freely like they do now, about everything under the sun and what they were going to do the next day, and they never went home until they were drunk to now walking home supporting each other.

Now, everything he said to Nakahara Chuuya, he had already communicated with Nakahara Chuuya before, so he could easily borrow his next sentence.

It’s just that Nakahara Chuuya didn’t remember anything.

It doesn't matter, as long as he remembers it.

As long as we meet again, nothing will be an obstacle.

Oda Saku said: "Maybe it's just because we are born to be good friends. This is a kind of destiny."

Zhongyuan Zhong also likes the word "fate", and he especially likes it when it comes from the mouth of this friend he just met.

He raised his glass and clinked it with Odasaku's: "I really like what you said."

But it was already late, and thinking of the workload that Mr. Mori had assigned to him, Nakahara Chuuya wanted to say goodbye to Oda with some regret.

Seeing a novel in his hand, Nakahara Chuuya paused for a moment and asked, "Do you like his novels too?"

Odasaku was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he did not react at all to what Nakahara Chuuya was talking about. When he followed his gaze, he realized that Nakahara Chuuya was talking about the novel he had just published. The cover of the novel was hot-stamped in gold and looked extremely beautiful.

When it was first published, he showed it to Dazai Osamu and Sakaguchi Ango.

But both of them were not interested in novels at all, and would only agree with him in boredom. When Oda Sakunosuke heard what Nakahara Chuuya said, he suppressed his bitterness and asked, "...Do you like it too?"

Nakahara Chuuya nodded as a matter of course: "I saw him when he just debuted, and I felt that he would become a great writer."

"I have bought every one of his novels," Nakahara Chuuya said confidently.

Odasaku suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. However, when he found out that Nakahara Chuuya might not remember him or that they had nothing to do with each other anymore, he was not at a loss.

He just wanted to take one more look at this friend, and when he discovered that this Nakahara Chuuya, who didn't know him, had many similarities with the Nakahara Chuuya who knew him, he became friends with him so easily.

But now, all the ease was broken by his words.

Odasaku remained silent and handed the book over: "This is his new work, do you want to take a look?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye was a little surprised: "Are you willing to lend it to me?"

"……Um."

Nakahara Chuuya took his novel away.

Odasaku sat there, lamenting the unfairness of fate and the magic of fate.

In that world that he and Nakahara Chuuya were not familiar with, he met Nakahara Chuuya in a different way.

His novels built a bridge between him and Nakahara Chuuya.

If Nakahara Chuuya were still alive, Odasaku would find it hard not to imagine this possibility. He remained silent forever as he thought.

Would his friend, Nakahara Chuuya, have said this to him right in front of him when he wrote his first book?

"Odasaku, I really like your novels."

·

Ango Sakaguchi was forced to work overtime again until very late.

By the time he got off work, it was already late at night.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist, tugged at the tie around his neck, and was ready to apologize to Odasaku and Dazai Osamu.

Before I even opened the door of the bar, I saw a man push it open and walk out.

The night wind blew up his black windbreaker. He seemed to be a little drunk. He rubbed his temples and glanced at Sakaguchi Ango with a tipsy look.

Just this one glance made Ango Sakaguchi freeze in place.

And in an instant, he understood why Dazai had been hiding the truth from Odasaku recently and asked him about the latest situation of the port mafia.

This was not a confidential topic, and Dazai Osamu had always been a non-staff member in these three places. Sakaguchi Ango had not hidden this information from Dazai Osamu, which he could have obtained with a little effort.

Of course, when looking at the intelligence, Ango Sakaguchi also felt a little strange, because the port mafia has been doing too well recently.

The way the person handled the mission was very mature and efficient. For such a dangerous mission, he originally guessed that the person who did it was Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

After all, the port mafia declined a lot after Dazai Osamu left.

But after seeing his mature manner in the photo, I began to suspect that this might be another extremely dangerous member of the port mafia.

That's why even Dazai Osamu would look sideways.

Only now did he realize that in the years since Chuuya Nakahara's death, countless geniuses had appeared. Which one of them could make Dazai Osamu look at him sideways?

Of course it's Nakahara Chuuya, it should be Nakahara Chuuya.

But……

Isn't Zhongyuan Zhong already dead?

It was he who witnessed the death of Chuuya Nakahara with his own eyes.

With this doubt in mind, Ango Sakaguchi walked into the Lupin Bar and saw Oda Sakunosuke who looked lost inside.

"Ango, you're here." Odasaku raised his head and smiled at him, saying, "It's been a long time."

Sakaguchi Ango knew that he was in the wrong. The last time Odasaku shared his experience with him, his boss called him halfway through the discussion and he left.

Today is so late again.

He sat down and said to Oda Saku: "From what you posted on Instagram these days, it seems that your novel is progressing very well?"

Odasaku smiled at him and said, "It's a big hit."

But his smile didn't even reach his eyes. Sakaguchi Ango only took one glance to find out that this was Oda Saku's disguise, so the brief greeting was broken, and Sakaguchi Ango asked directly: "Just now, did you see Nakahara Chuuya?"

Odasaku nodded: "Unfortunately, you came too late and he was about to go back."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

If he knew that Nakahara Chuuya was interested in his novels, he would definitely give up other topics and talk to him about his own novels.

I don't know whether he will like my new work.

"You seem to have accepted his appearance very quickly," said Sakaguchi Ango, "but I clearly remember that we were together when we saw his body."

At that time, Sakaguchi Ango was still a spy for the Mafia.

Mr. Mori extradited Mimic in an attempt to obtain a business permit from the Special Powers Division.

Just when Ango Sakaguchi was faced with the decision of whether to stick to his beliefs or hug his partner.

Dazai Osamu brought Nakahara Chuuya to their party.

At that party, Nakahara Chuuya exposed his lie and said that he would be responsible for everything from then on.

Although Sakaguchi Ango was a little worried, things went smoothly in the hands of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya. Oda Saku was completely protected in a safe place, along with his group of children. At the end of the battle, Nakahara Chuuya went alone to fight against the leader of the mimic, Kid.

This is a battle whose outcome has been determined in everyone's mind before it even happens.

Before the battle, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya had even started discussing what to eat after the battle. They were incredibly relaxed.

Seeing how relaxed they were, Ango Sakaguchi, who had been nervous all along, couldn't help but feel relieved.

Then, that evening, while he was still at work, he got a call.

The person on the phone told me the bad news in a businesslike manner.

Nakahara Chuuya died.

He dropped the work in his hands and left on the spot, rushing towards the battlefield. On the way, he thought about many things. Before the battle between Nakahara Chuuya and Kidou, he had assumed many possibilities. The worst possibility was that Dazai Osamu arrived a little late, and Nakahara Chuuya did not remove the pollution in time, so he was seriously injured.

Among his ten thousand possibilities, not one told him that Zhongyuan Zhongye would die.

He is the invincible warrior of the Port Mafia, how could he fall here?

Ango Sakaguchi quickly thought about why such a thing happened. Wasn't it that Dazai Osamu was a little late, but that he was completely late?

All thoughts stopped when he arrived.

The magnificent castle completely collapsed in the quiet night. No one cared whether there were bodies buried inside. Everyone gathered outside the ruins.

Sakaguchi Ango squeezed in with great effort.

He saw Dazai Osamu holding a mutilated corpse in the crowd. His bandage was stained with blood and his body was covered with bloodstains. If you didn't look carefully, you would think he had killed the person in his arms.

The person in his arms was already dead, lying covered in blood, leaning in his arms like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Sakaguchi Ango didn't dare to look at him any more. He remembered that he hastily asked Dazai Osamu, "Are you late?"

Dazai Osamu raised his eyes and looked at him, and Sakaguchi Ango realized that his eyes were so dark, as if they were a fearless hell.

Quiet and silent, dead silent and crazy.

He said, "I am not late."

"I followed him all the time."

·

I witnessed his death with my own eyes.

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