Because of Dazai Osamu's injury, Nakahara Chuuya stayed in the port mafia for a short time.

The time he and Dazai Osamu had not seen for a long time seemed to have returned to the past. When Dazai Osamu was tired, he would tell him that he didn't want to continue, and then push some irrelevant documents to Nakahara Chuuya, asking Nakahara Chuuya to help him look through them and pick out the important words and sentences before pushing them to him.

Regarding Dazai Osamu's behavior, Nakahara Chuuya was silent for a while, and rarely did he refute. He said, "Is that all?"

You have to know that when he and Dazai Osamu were partners before, let alone dividing the work, Dazai Osamu would never touch the work of reporting to Mr. Mori.

He justified it by saying, "Every time I go on a mission, I have to use my brain. These small matters must be handled by Nakaya, right?"

Then he would openly and confidently stay in Nakahara Chuuya's office, nestling on the black leather sofa, reading novels or playing games to kill time. In short, no matter what, he would show his leisurely side when Nakahara Chuuya was working, which was so childish that it made people laugh.

Dazai Osamu seemed a little surprised by Nakahara Chuuya's attitude. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Chuuya actually said that's all? I thought Chuuya would just throw the report in my face and then tell me."

"Go away, bastard. Who's going to help you deal with this?"

He imitated Nakahara Nakaya very well, not only the tone but even the ending habits of his sentences were very similar.

But he didn't have any emotion at all and read it out with an expressionless face, which was very funny.

Nakahara Chuuya said: "If you want, I can do the same to you now."

Dazai Osamu threw the report to the ground, slumped down on the sofa, and took off his suit and threw it on the ground.

A black suit was draped on the scarlet carpet. Dazai Osamu was wearing a white shirt and had a head of furry hair. He stretched out lazily like a cat, and looked at Nakahara Chuuya with half-closed eyes. He deliberately dragged out his voice and spoke in a coquettish tone.

"No, Chuuya, you have to watch this place carefully. Someone might come to assassinate Chuuya."

Without even looking up, Nakahara Chuuya responded, "Since you're here, stay."

He said this in a domineering way, but it was in line with Chuuya Nakahara's temperament, and Dazai couldn't help laughing. This was the first time Dazai smiled with real joy since they met. He smiled so hard that his eyes curved up. He said, "Chuuya, you are so conceited."

Nakahara Chuuya felt that his adjective was not right, and he said, "What? Can't I be so conceited?"

Nakahara Chuuya felt that he should have the confidence, but it was Dazai Osamu who was the one who was the one. Did something happen to him? This sudden statement was a little unlike Dazai Osamu.

But when he turned to look at Dazai Osamu and wanted to ask a question, he found that Dazai Osamu had closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he was asleep, he was unusually well-behaved. The sunlight fell lightly on his face, revealing a somewhat unreal paleness.

Almost looks sick.

Nakahara Chuuya had seen Dazai Osamu's sleeping face countless times, so he knew better than anyone else that Dazai Osamu was in a light sleep.

So Nakahara Chuuya deliberately lowered the sound of flipping through the documents. He looked at the densely packed contracts in front of him. A folder represented countless amounts of money, but there were only a few lines of words in it. He just thought simply.

Is there something happening recently that I'm not aware of?

Not only was Nakajima Atsushi on the road all year round, but even Dazai Osamu looked like he had been through a long night.

·

Life in the Port Mafia is a rare bit of leisure.

Dazai Osamu was forced by him to go to bed on time every day. Although he was very dissatisfied, he still succumbed to Nakahara Chuuya's fist. After resting for a few days, Dazai Osamu's morbid paleness finally improved a little.

No longer looking at him with a listless look, as if he would soon close his eyes and fall into eternal sleep, his cheeks were slightly flushed.

Before the banquet that Dazai Osamu usually attended once a month, Nakahara Chuuya received a high-end suit that had been custom-made some time ago. It was made of velvet and was in Dazai Osamu's size.

When Nakahara Chuuya received it, he was quite surprised, because Dazai Osamu was not very materialistic and was even a little unaccustomed to such clothes. He picked it up and ironed it for Dazai Osamu, and asked Dazai Osamu, "Are you used to it?"

At home, Dazai Osamu, who usually nestled on the sofa, showed his eyes, blinked, and explained briefly: "No, but I have to go negotiate a business deal."

Zhong Yuanzhong then understood what he meant, and asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

Dazai Osamu seemed a little surprised. Finally, he showed a very gentle smile. His iris-colored eyes were like a pool of flowing spring water in front of Nakahara Chuuya. He said, "No need this time, but I may ask Chuuya for another favor."

What Dazai Osamu was talking about was an auction that would be held in the city three days later. He had promised the man that he would attend the auction, but he really couldn't spare the time.

Nakahara Chuuya thought thoughtfully, "So, you need me to help you save face?"

Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes and smiled, agreeing, "Yes, let them see the first face of the port mafia."

He knew Dazai was teasing him, and Nakahara Chuuya glanced at him unhappily. He said, "If you have the time to talk to me like this, why don't you go check on your work first?"

Dazai quickly fell silent and began to pretend that he couldn't hear it at all.

Nakahara Chuuya was amused by his rogue look and silently threw a PSP to him. Dazai Osamu didn't even need to turn around. He raised his hand to catch the PSP thrown by Nakahara Chuuya and said very skillfully: "Chuuya, remember that I am your leader. As a subordinate, you can't just do something to your superior without any reason."

Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue and said, "Come to fight?"

So, the two men who could make the entire port mafia tremble with a stomp of their feet, lived in this small villa, played games for an entire afternoon, and broke the PSP record that had been dormant for more than half a year again and again.

In the end, Dazai Osamu's score was slightly higher than Nakahara Chuuya by ten points, so he ordered Nakahara Chuuya to make crab meat pot for him for three more nights.

After eating, he obediently took the bowl and went to wash it.

When Dazai Osamu lived with Nakahara Chuuya, he learned many skills that he thought were not that useful, but these skills made Nakahara Chuuya happy.

On the day of the auction, Nakahara Chuuya was not nervous at all. To him, it was just a simple mission.

Dazai Osamu sent him to the ferry after a long delay.

The morning light broke through in the distance, and the weak light fell on Dazai Osamu's face. He said, "Chu Ya, please come back safely."

This made Nakahara Chuuya raise his eyebrows: "If you don't know, you would think I can't come back this time."

Dazai Osamu did not say anything. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya steadily, then smiled and whispered as if to comfort himself: "It's okay, I'm here."

He spoke these words so softly that Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was on the chaotic ferry, did not hear them.

He just saw Dazai Osamu's smile, with an indescribable subtlety, which made him suddenly recall the first time he used dirty things in front of Dazai Osamu.

The ferry sailed away, and waves rose on the sparkling sea. Nakahara Chuuya stood on the deck and glanced at the shore. Dazai Osamu was standing on the shore, and the sea breeze blew up the red scarf around his neck, making it as red as crying blood.

Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but frown. Dazai Osamu's series of abnormal behaviors made his mind involuntarily associate.

He lowered his eyes to look at the railing in front of him and sighed softly.

Say in a positive tone: "He is lying to me."

That was definitely not an ordinary auction. There were things waiting there that even Dazai Osamu found difficult. However, in Dazai Osamu's heart, he was not someone with whom he could share such a secret.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what kind of mood he should be in at this moment, and he seemed to be thinking of nothing.

But there was a force in his heart that supported him and told him that he would not admit defeat.

He wanted to carve a hole in the fog that Dazai Osamu had created for him.

·

Linshi is not far away, and it only takes two hours by ferry to get there.

As soon as Nakahara Chuuya got off the car, he saw the people who came to pick him up. People in black suits were standing in front of a row of cars. Nakahara Chuuya nodded at them, confirmed their identities, and got on the first car.

The person driving for him was a woman dressed simply. Although she wore glasses and other accessories and looked very androgynous, Chuuya Nakahara, who grew up in the port mafia, recognized her identity at first sight.

But Nakahara Chuuya didn't point it out, he just closed his eyes a little tiredly.

He urged Dazai Osamu to sleep these days, but the work did not decrease just because Dazai Osamu spent less time on it. When Dazai Osamu was asleep, Nakahara Chuuya was helping him deal with the work.

After enduring this for several days in a row, my body naturally felt a little uncomfortable.

After resting for a while, Nakahara Chuuya arrived at his destination. Among the stacked high-rise buildings stood a magnificent auction house. Nakahara Chuuya got out of the car.

In the misty weather, he was sensitive enough to notice several gazes lightly falling on him.

He smiled and turned his head to look back, his eyes scanning everything.

The subordinate behind him whispered, "Master Chuuya, have you discovered something? Do you need us to be more vigilant?"

Nakahara Chuuya shook his head, his ice-blue eyes narrowed, and he spoke quite cheerfully.

"unnecessary."

Just now, he only took a quick look and saw no less than four groups of people. He didn't know which enemy of Dazai Osamu they were, but it was nothing more than the same.

He thought he could stretch his muscles tonight and vent some of the anger he had received from Dazai Osamu, which he could not vent towards Dazai Osamu.

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