This was the first time he failed in changing someone else's fate.

Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes and looked at the words on the pages of the book. He felt that the words were glaring no matter how he looked at them. Why did Nakahara Chuuya die? How could Nakahara Chuuya die?

With such doubts, he clicked on the entire life of Nakahara Chuuya, and then found that in the choices related to his life, every fork in the road was almost full of dead ends. The clear path was still unclear, and the outcome of every train of thought pointed to his dirty death.

Dazai Osamu didn't understand why there were so many battles that required Nakahara Chuuya to open the dirty.

And when Chuuya Nakahara committed suicide, why was he, as his partner, not by his side? Would he just watch Chuuya Nakahara die?

Dazai Osamu stayed silently in the room. He was thinking and silent. He could not give himself an answer for a long time.

Until the end, Dazai Osamu gave himself an answer.

It's impossible. As long as he is by Nakahara Chuuya's side, he will never watch Nakahara Chuuya die one day.

So the smart Dazai Osamu naturally thought of why it was impossible. He lowered his eyes slightly, roughly pulled out a pure white tissue from the tissue box beside him, pressed it on his fingertips, and the soft tissue absorbed the scarlet blood, just like Dazai Osamu ruthlessly wiped out the death ending on Nakahara Chuuya.

So, he thought, why did I leave?

·

In order to find such an answer, Mr. Mori told him that a very strong French man had sneaked from France to Yokohama, Japan, and was looking for the site of the incident where Aramatsu occurred.

Without even asking Mr. Mori, Dazai Osamu took the initiative to ask Mr. Mori, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Mr. Mori, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at him with his chin in his hand in surprise, his slightly curved eyes were as gentle as a cunning fox: "It's a bit strange, Dazai, who has always been so indifferent to me, would also want to take over some things from me? This makes me a little suspicious of your intentions, Dazai-kun."

Mr. Mori used to speak with an accent, and Dazai didn't like that accent. He immediately turned cold and met Mr. Mori's eyes. He said, "So, do you need me?"

The two looked at each other for a moment without retreating. Finally, Mr. Mori smiled helplessly and waved his hand: "You are always so stubborn. No one can influence the things that are decided. Dazai-kun, even if I don't agree, you will definitely find other ways to understand this matter, right?"

Dazai Osamu did not deny this. He did not look away from Mr. Mori and said, "What do you think?"

Mr. Mori did not guess. As the person who led Dazai Osamu to this path, he felt that even he would not like to confront Dazai Osamu. After all...

He is not a person who likes to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of his own.

He waved his hand and let Dazai Osamu retreat casually, but he did not ignore the information about the port mafia that Dazai Osamu took away from his desk when he retreated.

As Dazai Osamu left, Mr. Mori looked sideways at Alice who was drawing with a bit of distress. He said, "Dazai is really getting less and less likable as he gets older."

Alice said without looking up, "But Rintaro actually likes Dazai-kun like this."

Mr. Mori smiled. He stood up from his chair, walked to Alice's side, touched her head and said, "Alice-chan, how many more years can I keep Dazai-kun in this condition?"

His voice was very low, as if he was talking, but also as if he was just doubting himself.

After leaving Mr. Mori's office, Dazai Osamu directly contacted his subordinates who had been contacted long ago, and laid out the clues one by one, tracing the entire Yokohama in a rigorous manner.

In fact, regardless of whether Mr. Mori agrees or not, Dazai Osamu will definitely track down who that man is. He just wants to say hello to Mr. Mori first and ask him not to interfere with him. A person with special abilities from France, Dazai Osamu looked at the window beside him. In recent years, the Port Mafia has begun to wash away the idea of ​​traditional Mafia and move closer to the Japanese financial institutions needed by Yokohama, so the props they use are all bright and beautiful equipment. At this time, the window beside him is so beautiful that it almost glows, transparently reflecting Dazai Osamu's cheek with a bandage. With a faint expression, he looked through the window at the scattered houses under the building of the Port Mafia, which were like small ants. He retracted his sight and walked towards the top floor step by step.

This was the place he went most often to relax, so no matter how remote it was, his subordinates who knew he had this habit would ask it to be cleaned thoroughly. Dazai Osamu walked to the top floor very easily.

On the top floor is an empty sky garden, planted with some precious flowers specially transplanted by Mr. Mori. Dazai Osamu always felt that Mr. Mori was trying hard to integrate into the social circle of Yokohama Zaibatsu, but unfortunately their social circle was too closed. Even now, Mr. Mori has only found a little way.

The port mafia had just embarked on the right path. He walked briskly to the edge of the balcony, near the railing, and sat leisurely on the railing, letting the wind blow his hair, the soft hair brushing his cheeks, and he closed his eyes lazily.

It's a rare moment of peace that belongs only to Dazai Osamu.

then……

He stepped on empty air and the wind blew up Dazai Osamu's long windbreaker, making it look like he was about to fly in the air, and then quickly fell downwards.

The whistling sound of the wind blew past his ears, and Dazai Osamu felt that in that instant, the wind brought almost all the sounds of the entire world, and countless joys and sorrows were playing together in his ears.

But he just squinted his eyes, looking at the ground getting closer and closer, thinking with a bit of teasing, what kind of expression will Nakahara Chuuya have when he returns from the mission and sees him like this? A Nakahara Chuuya like that will surely make him laugh out loud, right?

"Three... two..."

Seeing the ground getting closer and closer, Dazai Osamu closed his eyes in enjoyment, relaxed his limbs, and let the wind carry him towards the ground.

He didn't think about whether what was waiting for him in the next second was the pain in the cold store that almost made him close his eyes and reject it, or...

He was embraced in a warm embrace.

The owner in his arms was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He descended quickly while holding him, but the first thing he did was to secure Dazai Osamu's head so that he could rest safely on his shoulder.

Feeling this familiar embrace, Dazai Osamu felt a hint of regret in his heart, but at the same time, a sense of satisfaction rose in his heart. He opened his eyes, and in the hunting wind, he met the ice-blue eyes of Nakahara Chuuya.

Dazai Osamu is a person who does some useless research when he is bored. The topics he has studied include what color Nakahara Chuuya's skin color is in the true sense, whether the sky's eyes are clearer, or Nakahara Chuuya's eyes are more like the blue of Wuwang. The contents of these two topics are completely incompatible, but Dazai Osamu just likes to play with things related to Nakahara Chuuya.

At this moment, he looked into Nakahara Chuuya's eyes. His icy blue eyes were like a burning blue flame, which was heart-stirring. The question that Dazai Osamu had been confused about and could not find the answer to before suddenly had the answer at this moment. His eyes did not look like a silent glacier, nor did they look like the color of the sky.

What do his eyes look like?

It was like a miracle that Dazai Osamu saw when he went abroad.

When he fell freely into the boundless deep sea on the cruise ship, the sea water swallowed him mercilessly and took him to an even deeper seabed.

And in this flowing deep blue, Dazai Osamu, with his eyes open, witnessed the fall of a whale.

He was extremely long, with a beautiful dark blue body, and the white bones of his skull were already visible. His eyes, which had refused to close, suddenly closed when he saw Dazai Osamu falling into the sea, leaving behind a single tear.

It rotted silently in the sea, but because of Dazai Osamu's death, it shed a tear for no reason. Dazai Osamu, who was already proficient in swimming skills and just allowed himself to fall to the bottom of the sea, suddenly struggled to swim towards the whale, wanting to gently touch its desolate bare bones, but when he was about to touch the whale, the whale disappeared silently.

Dazai Osamu floated to the surface of the sea in a daze and met the ice-blue eyes of Nakahara Chuuya on the ship.

"Damn Dazai." Nakahara Chuuya gritted his teeth and punched Dazai Osamu hard, feeling that he had no place to vent his anger.

Recently, Mr. Mori has been sending Chuuya Nakahara out on field missions more and more frequently. Chuuya Nakahara, who is rushing to various places almost every day, carried Dazai Osamu to the ground steadily. He looked at the people coming and going and said in a low voice: "Suicide, suicide, bastard, are these the only two words in your life dictionary?"

Dazai Osamu raised his head from Nakahara Chuuya's neck and blinked at him. His eyes were slightly red because of the strong wind in the air, as if he had cried hard. He said innocently, "No, I just want to die. Chuuya is really boring. Why do you appear in front of me every time I want to commit suicide?"

Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but curse: "If you want to die, you bastard, just find a place far away, why do you have to die in front of me?"

Dazai couldn't help laughing. He said, "Because I always feel that this is more interesting. Seeing Chuuya always being anxious about me, doesn't Chuuya feel the same way?"

Nakahara Chuuya didn't think so. He let go of the arm that was around Dazai Osamu and gave him a displeased look.

The top hat rested on his orange-red medium-length hair. Nakahara Chuuya, who had already shown his sternness after the first meeting, said, "I don't think you really want to die, do you?"

Dazai Osamu said in confusion, "Why does Chuuya think so?"

He looked at Nakahara Chuuya and felt it was strange.

Zhong Yuanzhong shrugged without comment, straightened his fitted three-piece suit, and walked into the building of the Port Mafia without looking back.

In fact, he didn't know why, but when he saw Dazai Osamu like this, he always felt...

Each time he committed suicide, he was not seeking death, but reaching out to the people who cared about him through repeated deaths, whispering to them with longing.

"Save me."

If you love me and want me to remain in this world as a human being.

·

After a well-known suicide in the port mafia building, Dazai Osamu was rescued by Chuuya Nakahara who rushed back. He has been living in his container for the past few days.

After waiting for three long days, he finally met the person he wanted to wait for on the afternoon of the fourth day.

It was still a hot summer day. Dazai Osamu sat bored in a swivel chair, with the flickering electric fan above him, his mind in a state of confusion.

He wanted to sleep at Chuuya's house, eat there, use the air-conditioner, and even occupy Chuuya Nakahara's wine cabinet. Only in this way could he justify the efforts Chuuya Nakahara had made him waste.

Or... should I ask for something more extreme?

While Dazai was daydreaming, the heavy sound of a door being pushed open interrupted his thoughts.

The man was dressed in a very retro and elegant style. His long orange hair was elegantly braided into a ponytail and casually draped over his chest. His blue eyes were full of affection. He was as handsome and beautiful as a bohemian god from Northern Europe.

When he looked at Dazai Osamu, his blue eyes paused for a moment, and then he asked politely: "Hello, are you Dazai Osamu?"

Perhaps it was because he was not a Yokohama native, but when he spoke Japanese, there was a hint of French romance at the end of his words, and his deep voice sounded like a lover's whisper before falling asleep.

Dazai Osamu nodded: "Yes, sir, who are you?"

The elegant man showed a satisfied smile in front of Dazai Osamu. He walked to Dazai Osamu leisurely, his blue eyes showing a gentleness. He said slowly: "I am..."

"Here to kill you."

As his voice fell, the overwhelming gravity pressed down on Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu sat there and tilted his head innocently: "Sir, your gravity doesn't seem to work on me."

Wei Erlan frowned slightly, and he looked at Dazai Osamu with a hint of realization in his eyes: "You are an ineffective psychic. I didn't expect that someone like you would appear in such a remote place like Japan?"

He was full of emotion at the end, saying, "If only I had met you earlier."

Then I will definitely bring you back to France as a bargaining chip to make up for my crime.

Unfortunately, after I found out that you are my brother and the person who is most closely connected to you, Wei Erlan reached out his hand like a ghost and pinched Dazai Osamu's neck, leaving a red mark on it. He said affectionately: "It's a pity that it's too late. Now for me, my dearest brother is everything I want."

As a bond to keep my brother in Yokohama, there is no need to keep him.

With just one move, Dazai Osamu knew that this person had the most efficient and decisive killing method he had ever seen.

Because none of the movements he made to strangle Dazai Osamu were unnecessary. He pressed directly on Dazai Osamu's aorta. With just a little force, Dazai Osamu would have died instantly.

Death was within reach, but Dazai couldn't help laughing out loud, and tears fell from his red eyes. He said almost sarcastically, "Dear Mr. Verlaine, you don't think that as long as you kill me, you can take Chuuya away, right?"

He called out Nakahara Chuuya's name affectionately, looked at Weilan's rising anger with satisfaction, and added with a smile.

"I am Chuuya's closest partner. If you kill me, you won't be able to take Chuuya away from Yokohama."

"I believe you have discovered Chuuya after observing him for so many days, right? Chuuya is a person who values ​​feelings very much." Dazai Osamu raised the corners of his lips proudly, "If he knew that you killed me, he would definitely..."

"Kill you to avenge me."

When saying these words, Dazai Osamu's face didn't even blush, as if avenging him was something that Nakahara Chuuya should do on a natural basis.

What he said was too matter-of-fact. When following Nakahara Chuuya these days, Weilun indeed discovered how close Dazai Osamu was to him, and was deeply jealous of him. He frowned and retorted, "Impossible."

Nakahara Chuuya is his closest brother, how could he fall out with him because of Dazai Osamu, Weilun thought.

Of course he would take Nakahara Chuuya away.

However, the warm skin of Dazai Osamu in his hands made him have no courage to kill him. Weilun could not deny that he resisted the future that Dazai Osamu said he would face Nakahara Chuuya in battle.

After all, Zhongyuan Zhongya is the only thing he can hold on to tightly after giving up everything.

Dazai Osamu looked at this elegant and strong man with satisfaction as he revealed his vest in front of him. He raised his eyes and looked sincerely and tenderly at Weilun's blue eyes that looked like Nakahara Chuuya: "So, let's work together."

His voice was so soft and gentle that Wei Erlan glanced at him and asked, "You want to cooperate with me?"

Dazai nodded and said, "Yes, I want to take the position of leader of the port mafia from Mr. Mori."

As he spoke, he casually glanced at the table beside him, on which was placed a bill of the port mafia.

Weilun naturally saw it as well, and before he could say something, he heard Dazai Osamu say.

"There is no one in this world who knows Chuuya better than me. Please cooperate with me."

"I will definitely help you achieve your dream."

What I have been looking forward to the most has finally arrived. It is the most crucial link in the deadlock of Chuuya Nakahara.

Mr. Verlaine.

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