When Dazai Osamu was sixteen years old, he learned the truth about the world.
The reason was that he and Nakahara Chuuya met a man wearing a Taisho kimono on their way home in the afternoon after completing a mission one day.
His long dark hair reached the ground, making his skin look even colder and paler. He looked like a god standing in the snow, silently and forever staying there.
Dazai Osamu only saw endless loneliness in him, a loneliness so heavy that it almost drowned him completely.
This man made Dazai Osamu feel deeply dangerous and familiar at first sight.
This is a feeling that Dazai Osamu has never experienced before.
He was like a cat whose territory was suddenly invaded, looking warily at the man who seemed to have suddenly come into this world.
The man stood in the sunlight and smiled at him. The curve of his lips seemed to be carved, firmly fixed at the most polite angle.
Nakahara Chuuya looked away and nudged him with his elbow, asking him, "What are you looking at?"
Dazai Osamu retracted his gaze, shook his head at Nakahara Chuuya, and smiled soothingly: "No... I didn't see anything."
In fact, Dazai Osamu was lying, he did not see nothing.
From the day he saw that man, an unnamed book appeared in Dazai Osamu's mind.
Dazai Osamu was reluctant to call it a book because it did not record any valuable documents, but the life of a man named Dazai Osamu.
He knew very clearly that this person was not himself, but he also knew even more deeply that this person was probably his future self.
Because the future recorded in the book has come true one by one.
After the leader fight, the double black combination of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya became famous in Yokohama, and everyone knew that the port mafia was not easy to mess with because of them.
At this moment, Mr. Mori proposed to Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya, asking them to separate their missions. Dazai Osamu stood in the leader's office, his black coat casually draped, his eyes unfocused as if he was in a trance, but in fact he was flipping through the book in his mind, he turned to the page about this day, and casually compared the contrast between it and reality.
Mr. Mori, who was very serious, smiled and put his hands together and said to Nakahara Chuuya, "Mr. Nakahara, from now on, all the gem-related business will be left to you."
Nakahara Chuuya...
Dazai Osamu turned his head to look at Nakahara Chuuya, whose facial curves had gradually changed from the soft lines of his youth to elegant and slender ones. His ice-blue eyes curved, and he half-knelt down towards Mr. Mori with full of youthful spirit.
In his heart, Dazai Osamu silently read out Nakahara Chuuya's testimony in the book: "Please rest assured, leader."
"Please rest assured, Chief."
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Dazai Osamu, who had doubted the world since he was young, began to gradually conduct experiments because of this incident.
He didn't know why he started doing these experiments. He thought, maybe he was just trying to prove whether the world he lived in was real or just a book.
Dazai Osamu disobeyed Mr. Mori's request that he help him expand the Port Mafia, and instead joined Mr. Hirotsu, who was clearing out the traitors in the Port Mafia.
If he hadn't miscalculated, Dazai Osamu thought casually as he sat on the stone tablet at the entrance of the library.
In less than three minutes, a person will come out of the library.
The man was wearing glasses, a striped suit, and had neat short brown hair. He was carrying a briefcase and wearing leather shoes.
His name is Sakaguchi Ango.
He is a pretty good person with strong abilities.
He is an undercover agent sent by the Supernatural Department to the port mafia.
Also in that very long book called Future, he and he would become very good friends, and then he would be betrayed by Sakaguchi Ango and lose their mutual friend...
What's your name?
Dazai Osamu tilted his head and thought for a while before he remembered the name.
Odasaku.
But it probably has nothing to do with him.
Even if we get to know each other in the future, he's just a stranger.
Time passed by minute by minute, and when the stopwatch passed the number twelve for the third time, Dazai Osamu casually took out a gun from his suit, put it on the stone statue, half-closed his eyes, put his index finger on the trigger, and was ready to aim and fire the bullet at any time.
First there was a burst of frequent footsteps, and then a gust of wind blew across Dazai Osamu's cheek, his hair was blown up by the wind, and he looked towards the footsteps.
He saw a gentle and smiling young man, who was dressed simply, wearing a simple plaid shirt inside and a solid-colored coat outside. He stood neatly in front of him, naturally put his arm around Sakaguchi Ango's shoulder, and said familiarly: "Hey, what made you late for me today?"
Sakaguchi Ango pushed his glasses helplessly and said, "You guys are idle after finishing your work. Don't think that others are the same as you."
Odasaku smiled and leaned on his hair: "Let me tell you, I started writing a novel today."
Sakaguchi Ango, who was being held in his arms, held his glasses tightly and looked at Oda Sakunosuke in disbelief: "Didn't you tell me yesterday that you might give up writing?"
Oda Sakunosuke smiled sheepishly: "Because I couldn't help but go to that cafe again yesterday. It was amazing! I met that old man again, and he told me..."
Dazai Osamu's index finger paused on the ring.
He sat on the stone statue in the shadow, and watched intently as Oda Sakunosuke embraced Sakaguchi Ango. Then the two of them walked towards the sunlight, talking and laughing. The sun was so bright, and it fell brightly on Oda Sakunosuke's smiling face, outlining his infinite tenderness.
Dazai Osamu thought, although, it seems that suddenly, he can understand why he wants to be friends with him, maybe.
It's because sometimes, after staying in the darkness for too long, he would occasionally want to touch someone who shines like the sun, who is gentle, loves to laugh, and has a strict mouth, who is like the most tolerant friend who can tolerate any of his willfulness.
For no reason, Dazai Osamu, who had never met Oda Sakunosuke, seemed to know what kind of person Oda Sakunosuke was from the beginning. The moment he saw Oda Sakunosuke, he saw the shallow and dull life of his relationship with Oda Sakunosuke.
A lifetime in one glance.
Dazai Osamu turned the gun in his hand with boredom and put it neatly into his pocket. He thought, if he shot Sakaguchi Ango at this moment, this man who looked like he was showered with sunshine when he smiled would probably never smile happily again, right?
never mind.
Dazai Osamu walked towards the direction in which he was heading, step by step, with steady steps.
Anyway, the port mafia doesn't lack such a spy, so they can just replace him with someone else. As long as they can turn the situation around, the situation will be the same no matter who they replace.
If in the future... Dazai Osamu thought frivolously, if he had time, he could just play around with them casually.
Afterwards, Dazai Osamu manipulated several cases that could be manipulated behind the scenes, and the port mafia, which was originally in a slightly decadent state, gradually got on the right track.
He even opened a company that could launder money. Dazai Osamu was sent to the company by Mr. Mori to sit in, and he would go to see Nakahara Chuuya whenever he had time.
Since fate can be changed, Dazai Osamu thought that what he wanted to change most was the fate of Nakahara Chuuya.
He rolled down the window in the car and smiled at the distance. He looked at the orange-haired Nakahara Chuuya angrily walking towards him with satisfaction. Dazai greeted Nakahara Chuuya eagerly: "Hi, Chuuya."
This was an evening exactly like the one when I met the man in black.
That evening, Dazai Osamu smiled and instructed Nakahara Chuuya to intercept that man's goods. He felt very satisfied that he had done a good job in the operation.
Not only did it discredit the organization, but it also gave Nakahara Chuuya some knowledge. It was worth it that he spent money to hire a well-known liar in the circle to confront Nakahara Chuuya.
So what's next?
Dazai Osamu jumped out of the car easily and walked towards the men who betrayed Nakahara Chuuya with brisk steps. If such men betrayed their master for the first time, they would soon do it a second time.
Dazai casually put the muzzle of the gun to his cheek, forced him to tell the truth about the deal, and then shot him dead in front of everyone.
The blood splashed all over the ground, and also seemed to spill on the hearts of everyone present. Dazai Osamu seemed to be nothing happened, and glanced at everyone present casually: "Do you know the consequences of betrayal?"
He smiled warmly and added: "If you don't want to die, just be a good person."
The effect was beginning to show. Dazai Osamu, who was contentedly drinking the dinner that Nakahara Chuuya made for him at his house, sat cross-legged and began to daydream while watching Crayon Shin-chan playing in front of him.
With the cute and hilarious background music, he happily crossed out the part where Nakahara Chuuya was betrayed by his men.
That invisible book instantly outlined another path for Chuuya Nakahara.
Dazai Osamu flipped through the book and nodded in agreement when he saw the words "cadre" and "number one of the port mafia" appearing in the book. However, the smile on his lips slowly fell when he read the last line.
Suddenly, he felt a little pain in his hand.
Dazai Osamu's eyes fell inorganically on the palm of his hand, and he realized that he had broken the chopsticks in anger, and the splinters of the chopsticks had cut his fingertips.
That bit of delicate scarlet under the swaying light.
The ending of Chuuya Nakahara has been changed in the book.
Deadlock, no solution.
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