Weilun's words were so confusing that there seemed to be no connection between them.

At this time, Dazai Osamu did not trust Verlaine too much. After all, Verlaine's words were not that audible to him. So after getting the answer he wanted, he smiled at Verlaine and said.

“Sometimes I am always impressed by the diversity of human beings.”

"Especially when you meet people like you, please never compare me with you, because I have always been a ..."

Dazai turned and left, stepping out of the basement firmly, step by step. His last words were heard by Weilan only when his words disappeared.

"A gambler."

For Dazai Osamu, a life without challenges is a world that makes him uncomfortable and he wants to escape from it.

He is a man who is willing to put his life on the table.

Weilun was stunned for a moment. He looked towards Dazai Osamu's figure and unexpectedly saw that Dazai Osamu's background was covered by the light coming through the only window of this narrow basement. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly without saying a word.

"Then let me see how to break your deadlock, Dazai-kun."

·

When Dazai Osamu was 18 years old, he ordered a chessboard custom-made, and the person who went with him to order the chessboard custom-made was Nakajima Atsushi.

After joining the Port Mafia, Nakajima Atsushi became more and more dependent on Dazai Osamu, following behind Dazai Osamu like a little tail. Nakajima Atsushi asked Dazai Osamu: "Mr. Dazai, do you like playing chess?"

Dazai Osamu shook his head: "I don't like it. There is no one in the Port Mafia who can play chess with me."

Nakajima Atsushi asked curiously, "Then Mr. Dazai, are you going to play chess with yourself?"

Standing in the quaint shop, Dazai Osamu wiped the pure white paper in his hand and handed it to the white-haired boss in front of him. He glanced at Nakajima Atsushi and said, "I'm going to play chess with someone I can't see."

Just then, a passerby opened the door and walked in. The noisy wind outside blew in wantonly, making the wind chimes hanging on the eaves of the door jingle. Not only did it not admit defeat, it also blew up the hem of Dazai Osamu's coat. He lowered his head and smiled softly, holding his collar, and said as if he was talking to himself: "This is a gamble without a set stake."

Nakajima Atsushi didn't hear clearly what Dazai Osamu said. He just stood beside Dazai Osamu and looked at him with a little confusion.

He remembered very clearly that the day he met Mr. Dazai was at midnight. He was punished by the director of the orphanage to kneel outside the door of the orphanage. It was raining heavily and he was almost dehydrated from crying. He held the gate railing of the orphanage again and again, begging the director to let him in.

But in the empty night, only his voice echoed in this quiet place. The howling wind made the leaves sway everywhere, and the heavy rain hit Nakajima Atsushi like ice cubes. When Nakajima Atsushi was about to lose consciousness in the rain, suddenly...

The rain stopped falling on him.

But he could still hear the sound of rain clearly, so Nakajima Atsushi forced himself to open his eyes to see clearly what was in front of him.

He didn't see anything dark, he saw someone holding an umbrella and looking at him with his head tilted slightly, a little confused...

Dazai Osamu.

Wearing a straight and wide black coat and a fitted three-piece suit, his soft iris-colored eyes curved gently, and he raised an umbrella and said, "Do you want to go home with me?"

At that moment, Nakajima Atsushi saw a slowly opening book behind him. The book floated etherealy behind Dazai Osamu, like a ghost behind him, stretching and swaying its body.

And now, half a year later, Nakajima Atsushi finally saw this phantom book again behind Dazai Osamu.

He stretched out his hand, trying to touch the book tentatively, but when his hand reached out, he touched nothing. Nakajima Atsushi scratched his hand in a bit of confusion.

What's going on?

Is it possible that he has some strange illusion in his eyes?

·

Although the chessboard was custom-made by Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi, it was finally brought back by Nakahara Chuuya.

That day, Nakahara Chuuya had just completed his mission, so Dazai Osamu naturally pushed the task to Nakahara Chuuya, and then sat in the office, slacking off and painting his self-portrait while waiting for Nakahara Chuuya to come back.

Fortunately, Dazai Osamu didn't have to wait long before he saw a heavy object flying in from outside the door mixed with gravity.

Without even looking up, Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand. A transparent white light flashed across his hand, quickly erasing the gravity on the heavy object. He easily held him in his arms and felt the warm touch of the chessboard. Dazai Osamu smiled and raised his head to look at the office door: "Chuuya, no wonder Mr. Mori said you need to temper your character. If you keep being so irritable, you will definitely be targeted by the enemy."

Nakahara Chuuya walked in from outside with a sullen look on his face, obviously very dissatisfied with what Dazai Osamu said: "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? What does this have to do with Mr. Mori's request that I temper my character?"

He said, "And what the hell is this thing of yours? It cost me almost half of my paycheck."

Dazai Osamu took apart the chessboard in front of him. Nakahara Chuuya leaned over to take a look and found that after the simple outer surface of the chessboard was opened, the inside was as white as jade, and the chess pieces inside were scattered very sparsely.

Nakahara Chuuya is not very interested in these things. To him, spending money is just a string of numbers. He doesn't care what he buys once he has spent the money.

Compared to these things, he was more interested in the self-portrait that Dazai Osamu drew before he came.

He casually picked up the self-portrait and took a look at it. The absurd colors and lines on it made Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help laughing: "Alice's painting seems to be more beautiful than yours, Dazai."

Dazai Osamu was not angry. He said, "I already knew that Chuuya is a person without taste, so I won't ask Chuuya to make any special requests."

Zhongyuan Zhongye did not take it for granted. He asked, "What are you going to use these things for?"

Just now he took a quick look and found that the chess pieces inside were of strange shapes, but they looked a bit like chess.

Dazai Osamu picked out a chess piece from among them.

That's what a king looks like.

Dazai Osamu handed the chess piece to Nakahara Chuuya and said, "I'm giving this chess piece to Chuuya."

“Chuuya, you must keep it well. This is an agreement between Chuuya and me, okay?”

Nakahara Chuuya, who didn't want to make any promises with Dazai Osamu, sighed: "This is originally mine, okay?!"

·

Before Dazai Osamu had even finished setting up his chess game, Mr. Mori, who originally occupied an important position on his chessboard, had already disappeared.

Mr. Mori's departure was beyond Dazai Osamu's expectations.

Because his departure was too unexpected, it came so suddenly that Dazai Osamu was not prepared at all.

And the way he disappeared was also very special. He left quietly during a trip.

It was done so meticulously that it could be called an accident, or it could be said to be a carefully planned murder.

There must be someone in the port mafia who is very good at conspiracy and it was not difficult for them to find clues about Mr. Mori's accident. This was not an accident.

When this news came out, almost all public opinion was directed at Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu stood at Mr. Mori's funeral, being watched by everyone.

Some of Mr. Mori's radical supporters wanted to attack Dazai Osamu fiercely, but Dazai Osamu, who had no intention of attacking Mr. Mori at all, looked at him coldly. He was worried because his plan had been disrupted.

Anyone who came forward would have to bear all of Dazai Osamu's wrath.

Unfortunately, not everyone has the courage to challenge Dazai Osamu when they are angry. So when Dazai Osamu is bored and thinking about whether he should set up a small trap to let him bravely come forward to provoke him, and then successfully trick him.

But suddenly he saw Nakahara Chuuya, who was standing next to him, with his head lowered, making it impossible to see his expression. It was as if infinite dust had fallen on him, casting his figure in shadow.

This kind of Nakahara Chuuya was something Dazai Osamu was not familiar with.

In Dazai Osamu's memory, Nakahara Chuuya often liked to wear some brightly colored clothes. Dazai Osamu had been watching Nakahara Chuuya wearing brightly colored clothes since the year he met him.

And now, Nakahara Chuuya was standing in the crowd dressed in white, and his orange-red hair looked dull. Dazai Osamu clicked his tongue, lamenting for his partner's psychological endurance, but couldn't help but sigh and went to talk to Nakahara Chuuya.

He said, "Don't be afraid, Nakadashi."

Nakahara Chuuya raised his head and looked at Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu saw the sadness that had not yet faded in his eyes, and reached out and held Nakahara Chuuya's hand.

But Zhongyuan Zhongye did not hide away.

This was probably one of the rare times when they could rely on each other. No, to be more precise, this was one of the rare times when Chuuya Nakahara was willing to rely on Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu would later wonder why he walked forward that day and why he chose to hold Nakahara Chuuya's hand that day. When he suddenly remembered it, he felt a rare sense of emotion.

Why?

Perhaps it was because he knew what kind of proud person Zhongyuan Zhongya was. It was precisely because he knew what kind of proud person Zhongyuan Zhongya was that he wanted to preserve Zhongyuan Zhongya's pride among the crowd and in full view of everyone.

Dazai Osamu thought, Chuu is his dog anyway, and as a master, it is inevitable that he should pay attention to the dog's mental health.

It was not until Nakahara Chuuya bowed to him with the leader's crown in his hands that Dazai Osamu put on the red scarf belonging to the leader.

He sat where Mr. Mori once sat, and when he looked at Nakahara Chuuya's lowered head, he no longer had the slightest interest he had when he was young in wanting Nakahara Chuuya to bow his head for him.

In the past, he was eager to make Nakahara Chuuya bow down to him, but now he found that he didn't want Nakahara Chuuya to bow down to him. What he wanted to see was...

Dazai Osamu wondered, what did he want to see?

The Book of Destiny stretched out in front of him. He watched helplessly as the red light flashed on the item that indicated Chuuya Nakahara as a cadre of the Port Mafia. Not far away, the bell of death rang out.

He closed his eyes. Where would this inevitable dead end begin?

·

Dazai Osamu felt that he could no longer sit and wait for death, he no longer had time.

After becoming the leader of the port mafia, Nakahara Chuuya spent more and more time with him, so in order to avoid Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu deliberately sent Nakahara Chuuya away one day.

Then, on this day, Dazai encountered his first direct pursuit after becoming the leader of the port mafia.

The man chasing him was a killer from the Italian Mafia. He ran towards Dazai with an expressionless face, using strange abilities that Dazai had never seen before.

Of course, he did not succeed. Before he could kill Dazai Osamu, he was killed by Nakahara Chuuya who had hurried back.

At this time, blood was already oozing from Dazai Osamu's neck. Nakahara Chuuya stepped over the corpse on the ground and walked towards Dazai Osamu.

Obviously, he had suffered so many injuries before, and obviously, these injuries were nothing compared to the injuries he had suffered in the Central Plains.

But at this moment, when he looked at the blood stains on Dazai Osamu's neck, his mind went blank and he could only frantically look for a bandage to stop the bleeding.

Dazai Osamu held Nakahara Chuuya's hand. Under Nakahara Chuuya's silent gaze, he handed over the bandage himself and said softly, "Be gentle, Chuuya."

Dazai Osamu is just a cowardly kid who is afraid of pain.

Nakahara Chuuya closed his eyes fiercely and glared at Dazai Osamu fiercely: "Did I make you so careless?"

Dazai Osamu is not a newcomer who has just joined the Port Mafia. He should know how dangerous it is to be in the Port Mafia, especially as the leader of the Port Mafia.

Nakahara Chuuya had no idea how many assassinations he and Dazai Osamu had handled for Mr. Mori before. He wanted to ask Dazai Osamu where he kept all those assassinations.

Despite saying this, Nakahara Chuuya still lowered his head and tied up Dazai Osamu with the softest and gentlest force.

Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuuya's face, which was very close to him. He said, "Chuuya, if there are some things that make my prediction wrong, what should I do?"

Zhong Yuanzhong looked at him strangely and said, "Isn't this a very normal thing?"

Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment. After pausing for a long time, he blinked and looked at Nakahara Chuuya: "Why do you say that this is a very normal thing?"

Nakahara Chuuya asked him back: "Because you are just a human being."

"As a human being, isn't it the right thing to do to make a mistake?"

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