After receiving Mr. Mori's order, Mizue Yoshi, who was originally prepared to act immediately, gave up his original idea after meeting Ozaki Koyo.

I was feeling a kind of shame or self-reflection.

He thought for a moment, asked his men to bring him a report about the group, and looked through it with his head down.

Although the port mafia here is not as prosperous as it was under the leadership of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya in the if line, it is still gradually growing bigger under the leadership of Mr. Mori. At least in Yokohama, all the horizontal shipping companies cannot escape the clutches of the port mafia.

The large ship arrived three days ago, just in the evening.

Shui Jiangyi flipped through the hazy black-and-white photo, thoughtfully estimating the size of the ship and the people coming and going beside the ship, and suddenly realized that perhaps the combination was much more difficult than he had imagined. He thought about it, turned the photo over, and was about to see what they had transported, when he unexpectedly saw the silhouette of a person in the photo.

The brown windbreaker was blown up by the wind. Behind the boat, Dazai Osamu's hair was a little messy. He smiled towards the camera.

Shui Jiangyi was panicked. How did Dazai know about the group's arrival? Logically, it shouldn't be so early.

He was afraid that Dazai would hear something from the gang and associate it with himself, so he grabbed his subordinate and asked, "When did you take these photos?"

The subordinate clearly reported the time. He said, "It was eight o'clock this morning."

At eight o'clock in the morning, Nakahara Chuuya looked down at his watch. It was already.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

·

The wind from the sea gently blew Dazai Osamu's hair. Dazai Osamu leaned against the outside of a cafe not far from the ship, holding the bottom of the coffee cup and took a sip. The bitter black coffee moistened his lips, leaving dark water marks, but Dazai Osamu's expression did not change at all, as if he did not taste the bitterness of the coffee at all. He lazily held his chin, counting the time in his heart, waiting for Nakahara Chuuya to arrive.

one two three……

Numbers danced rapidly in Dazai Osamu's mind before he even counted to one hundred.

A breeze with the scent of oranges blew in his face. Dazai Osamu retracted his absent-minded look and looked up at Nakahara Chuuya with a surprised look: "Chuuya, why are you here?"

Zhongyuan Zhongya glanced at him unhappily and sat down opposite him.

This is a booth that can only accommodate two people. In addition to the black coffee in Dazai Osamu's hand, there is also a cup of steaming milk in front of Nakahara Chuuya.

The curl of hot steam rose up, and Nakahara Chuuya touched the wall of the milk cup. It was still warm. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Dazai Osamu and said, "Didn't you deliberately lead me here?"

As a former cadre of the Port Mafia, if Dazai Osamu could not escape from the minions of the Port Mafia, he would not have defected until now. He would have been captured by Mori Sengsei on the day of his defection.

During these few days, Nakahara Chuuya learned a lot of rumors about Dazai Osamu from his subordinates.

On the day when Dazai Osamu defected, Mr. Mori almost dispatched half of the port mafia to capture Dazai Osamu, using all the cameras that Yokohama could control. The port mafia's vicious dog Akutagawa Ryunosuke even searched for Dazai Osamu day and night for a whole month, but... found nothing.

When Shui Jiangyi heard it, he was actually shocked, but a faint emotion arose in his mind.

He clearly sensed that this was from the if line's Nakahara Chuuya. He thought with disdain, this is what Dazai Osamu of this dimension did. Is this it? Is this the method?

Mizue Yi, who still doesn't know what Nakahara Chuuya has faced in the if line, decided to shut up. He picked up the milk and took a sip.

The warm milk slid down his throat, sweet and soft. He asked Dazai Osamu: "What do you want me to do?"

Dazai Osamu said, "I heard from Oda Saku that you went to see him."

Nakahara Chuuya, who had never expected to hear this, thought for a moment that he was hallucinating: "What did you say?"

Dazai looked at him aggrievedly: "Not long after that day, I also went to that bar, and you didn't wait for me."

This accusation is... Exactly. Shui Jiangyi chose that time specifically to avoid firing Dazai Osamu. He explained, "It was because Mr. Mori gave me a temporary mission."

"Is that so?" Dazai Osamu sighed, "I thought that after Chuuya's death, Mr. Mori would be more merciful to you, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

He said, "I feel like Mr. Mori doesn't even consider Chuuya a human being. Isn't it better for Chuuya to defect?"

Nakahara Chuuya, for the sake of milk, was prepared not to confront Dazai Osamu. He said, "You are the one who treats me least as a human being, you bastard. What on earth do you want me to do?"

His mood became calmer and calmer. Dazai, sensing his calmness, was very tactful and pressed the issue directly: "I want you to do me a favor, Nakadashi."

"Um?"

·

Dazai Osamu sat in Nakahara Chuuya's sports car and casually opened a storage space, and skillfully took out a piece of... bubble gum?

Nakahara Chuuya drove the car without looking away, and kindly reminded: "I think this car has been unused for a long time, and the food inside must be inedible."

Dazai Osamu waved his hands in relief, "Don't worry, Chuuya. I just cleaned this car a while ago. It's fine! These are all the things I just bought and put in it."

As he said that, he proudly held the gum envelope in front of Nakahara Chuuya and shook it.

Nakahara Chuuya took a quick look and discovered that the production date on it was actually a week ago.

He suppressed his anger and said, "No wonder there are scratches on my car. It's you, a bastard. I was wondering why my car suddenly had a flaw."

This red sports car is Chuuya Nakahara's favorite besides motorcycles. He kindly parked it in the parking lot of an apartment near the Port Mafia. When Chuuya Nakahara in the if line saw this sports car, he was so surprised.

Because he once had a sports car like this, which was a limited edition and was out of print after he bought it.

So after his sports car was scrapped due to an accident, Nakahara Chuuya could no longer buy this car.

Of course, this surprise instantly turned into anger when he saw the scratches on the car. He sent it to a car shop and took care of it for a long time before welcoming it home like a little princess.

Dazai Osamu was not afraid of Nakahara Chuuya's anger at all. It was because he knew Nakahara Chuuya well that he knew that in this car, Nakahara Chuuya was unwilling to fight with him: "What are you doing, Chuuya? I'm just going home."

As a traitor to the Port Mafia, do you think it is appropriate for you to say that you are going home when you go back to the Port Mafia's apartment alone?

Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue and said, "If I had known this day would come, I would have kicked you out the first day I became your partner."

Dazai Osamu smiled nonchalantly. He seemed to be used to hearing such words. He smiled and said, "Chuuya, I will tell you a secret."

His voice becomes especially soft when he smiles. Nakahara Chuuya glances to the side and asks, "What kind of secret is it?"

Dazai said: "In the first dormitory where we lived together, I prepared a gift for Chuuya."

The first dormitory? Shui Jiangyi remembered what the system had told him when he was on a business trip.

Dazai Osamu once went to an apartment alone. Was it a gift?

Nakahara Chuuya, who was familiar with Dazai Osamu's routine, told him rationally that this would definitely not be a good gift, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity and was looking forward to the gift that Dazai Osamu would give him.

But before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by Dazai Osamu.

"We're here." Dazai Osamu looked up and said in a low voice.

Nakahara Chuuya followed his gaze and saw a huge wooden cage hung by huge vines, which was shaking and about to fall.

"Are you scared?" Nakahara Chuuya asked Dazai Osamu.

"Chuuya, what nonsense are you talking about? I was just wondering why Atsushi-kun was trapped by such an obstacle." Dazai Osamu raised his head and looked at the blurry shadow in the wooden cage, whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Want to make a bet?" asked Nakahara Chuuya.

"Okay, what's the bet? Can I get to decide first what I want Nakata to do for me?"

Dazai Osamu couldn't help but laugh. There were only two people in the world who would insist on betting with him. One was Ranpo, who was as smart as him and tried to beat him every day. The other was Nakahara Chuuya, who always lost but insisted on betting with him.

He smiled so beautifully that even the wind passing by him paused for a moment. Nakahara Chuuya glanced away and was almost dazzled. He said, "Dazai, don't be so confident."

Dazai Osamu asked, "I win every time, but you still don't allow me to be confident?"

"Tsk, if you lose you'll be my dog, you bastard."

Nakahara Chuuya got out of the car without looking back. The moment he stepped out of the car, huge vines suddenly sprang up and imprisoned him. The blond-haired boy not far away whistled triumphantly, and was about to stop triumphantly.

A red light burst out from the sky. The black windbreaker behind the orange-haired young man was blown up by the wind. The vines that were wrapped around him were broken and he flew into the air easily.

When he approached, the vines that bound the wooden cage broke with a sound, and the wooden cage fell from the air at a high speed, leaving a pale trail. Nakahara Chuuya picked him up easily and put him aside casually. He turned his wrist behind his ear towards the already pale-faced blond boy and smiled.

Dazai Osamu stood behind him, watching Nakahara Chuuya's actions with a smile.

As if looking at a god.

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