The above is the whole process of how Mizue Yi felt sympathy for the dying Dazai Osamu because of Nakahara Chuuya's memory, and then came to this world without hesitation, and now faces the problem of not being able to go back.

Shui Jiangyi felt that he couldn't help but choke up a little: "Dazai Osamu is still asleep now. If he wakes up, how am I going to explain it to him?"

Good guys, it turns out that the traveler from another world is actually Nakahara Chuuya, and he has been observing and measuring his own world all along?

He watched Dazai Osamu going through life and death in order to stop himself in this world without saying a word, as if he was watching a play. Dazai Osamu knew about this, and Mizue Yi didn't need to think too much, he knew that he was not that far from death.

Feeling that he was about to go to the crematorium of screenwriters again, Shui Jiangyi couldn't help but shed tears of pain.

The system couldn't say anything more to him at this moment. It flew around Shui Jiangyi twice gently, stretched out its soft wings and patted Shui Jiangyi's shoulders comfortingly: "Yi Yi, this is not the first time. When it comes to scriptwriting, we get used to it the second time. Can't we just happily write one on the spot the third time?"

Shui Jiangyi looked at the system dimly: "Tong, it's easy for you to say that, but what about my lost hair? Who can return my lost hair to me?"

The system vaguely sensed Shui Jiangyi's resentment for his lost hair, and it shrank to the side: "Then the decision to come is still yours, isn't it?"

Indeed.

Shui Jiangyi lost his temper instantly. He sighed, took out a lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth. The sweet lemon flavor spread in his mouth. He walked slowly towards the dungeon of the Port Mafia: "Let's hide as long as we can. I hope this broken organization can be more resilient."

It would be best to delay his meeting with Dazai Osamu for as long as possible.

·

Nakajima Atsushi had been guarding the door of Dazai Osamu's ward. After waiting for nearly half an hour, the doctor finally came out. The doctor belonging to the Port Mafia looked at the famous Grim Reaper in white, but he was not as respectful to Nakajima Atsushi as others. He frowned, held a medical record book, and began to scold Nakajima Atsushi.

The flickering moonlight fell on his relaxed brows. He flipped through the medical records and said, "This is the third time the leader has been in the operating room this month. Although people with special abilities are stronger than ordinary people, they cannot be abused like this. The leader's body has begun to deteriorate rapidly."

Nakajima Atsushi had heard this countless times. He took the doctor's medical record and said with his eyes downcast, "I will remind the leader later."

The doctor said with emotion: "For us mafia members, death always comes quickly."

Having said this, he turned his head to look at the leader lying on the hospital bed. On the pale bed, he closed his eyes gracefully as if he had just fallen into a short sleep.

Illness never marred his grace, but only made him look more handsome. It seemed as if the word "morbid" was created for Dazai Osamu. The more he was tortured by illness, the more people discovered his beauty.

He is an old member of the mafia and has watched Dazai Osamu grow up since Dazai Osamu first joined the mafia.

Time flies, and he doesn't know what to say about Dazai Osamu's current appearance. As a complete bystander, he just hopes that the succession of their port mafia can be slower.

The doctor said: "I hope the Central Plains cadres can slow down the speed of the leader's death."

This is the only person who can make Dazai Osamu bow his head.

When Nakahara Chuuya came today, his brows were filled with anxiety.

When Nakajima Atsushi heard what he said, he nodded at him, then waved his hand, signaling the doctor to go down first. He walked into the room, pulled a chair, and sat down beside Dazai Osamu's bed.

Waiting for Dazai Osamu to wake up.

This is what Nakajima Atsushi did most often after Nakahara Chuuya left. As Dazai Osamu's closest bodyguard, Nakajima Atsushi sat on a chair and thought a little confusedly.

Even he didn't know how many wounds Dazai Osamu had on his body.

They were all people excluded by Dazai Osamu, and Dazai Osamu was reluctant to say a word to them about himself.

What everyone always sees is the handsome, strong and calculating image of Dazai Osamu. No one has ever seen the pain behind Dazai Osamu. In everyone's memory, Dazai Osamu is always well-dressed with a smile on his lips.

Is it okay?

No way, it doesn’t matter... Nakajima Atsushi’s gaze paused.

In fact, the leader doesn't even care about his own life.

And he, or anyone else, had no right to bring it up to Dazai Osamu.

Yokohama has not been very peaceful recently.

Several organizations that once challenged the Port Mafia were all wiped out overnight, especially an organization that had just emerged recently. It was said that it had attacked the leader of the Port Mafia at a banquet some time ago.

Within a few days, he joined the Port Mafia with a bruised face and became a "lamb" tamed by the Port Mafia.

In this regard, the psychic who once shot Dazai Osamu in the heart with a sniper rifle, causing Dazai Osamu to be nearly dead, was very unwilling to admit defeat.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to admit defeat because he joined Nakahara Chuuya's subordinates.

This absolutely strong man who had been suppressing him with force since his appearance, was now sitting casually on a high tower where he could easily see the location of the ferry. The overlapping clouds of fire reflected the evening, and his black windbreaker was blown up, like an absolute force benchmark belonging to the port mafia.

The psychic snorted in dissatisfaction, and before he looked over, he continued to escort the things with his head down.

It's not that he doesn't have the courage to provoke Nakahara Chuuya, but those who have provoked Nakahara Chuuya in the past few days have already paid a huge price. If it was just someone with similar ability to him, he would fight to the death with Nakahara Chuuya even at the cost of his life. However, he clearly understood.

After realizing that even if all the people present were tied up, they still couldn't beat Nakahara Chuuya, he gave up the idea.

After all, no human being would dare to challenge a person who could marry a beautiful god.

The user with special abilities recalled the tremendous energy burning in Nakahara Chuuya's body when he was fighting, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Why does a person with such a powerful ability like Chuuya Nakahara exist in this world?

God is really unfair.

Nakahara Chuuya, who is favored by God, sits on a high tower. This place is very high. When he looks down, he always feels that the people below are as small as ants. He holds his chin with his hand, and the lines of his facial contours are infinitely elongated, like a god.

In fact, Mizue Yi, who was wearing the shell of Nakahara Chuuya, was just in a daze.

His gaze lingered aimlessly.

"Tong, do you think what I have done during this period is enough to atone for Dazai Osamu's sins?"

The system sat beside him and waved its wings. It said, "That should count, right...?"

Shui Jiangyi has been very hardworking these past few days. After learning all the information from the vine ability user, he started running around without stopping for a moment. In just a few days, he took down several strongholds in succession.

It was just as serious as when he first arrived in the world of Bungo Stray Dogs.

The system said: "Yi Yi, do you think Dazai Osamu will fall for this?"

Mizue Yi was silent. Will Dazai Osamu do it?

No, Dazai Osamu won't do that. Dazai Osamu will only ruthlessly expose his conspiracy.

Then, Shui Jiangyi closed his eyes in pain, and the crematorium appeared in front of him again.

But this time, he had no time to hide, because Dazai Osamu, who was lying on the hospital bed, had woken up and said he wanted to meet him.

Shui Jiang Yi used the excuse that he was busy doing something to refuse, and then time was pushed back to night. He watched the fire clouds in the distance grow redder and redder, as if they were the last blazing fireworks that were unwilling to give up before the night.

Mizue Yi was thinking about how to explain to Dazai Osamu. The protagonist of this world line is Dazai Osamu.

If the Dazai Osamu of this world were to collapse, there is no guarantee that the Dazai Osamu of another world would survive.

His thoughts suddenly came to a point, and he smiled and said to the system: "Tong, do you think it would be interesting to continue using the same script?"

The system understood what he meant. It was a little scared of Shui Jiangyi's courage: "That's Dazai Osamu."

Shui Jiangyi stood up easily: "But isn't there still such a saying in this world?"

"Soldiers never tire of deception."

Under the misty sunset, the orange-haired young man jumped down from the high tower.

It startled the white pigeons all over the ground.

·

As night fell, Mizue Yi walked towards Dazai Osamu's ward.

He saw Nakajima Atsushi at the door. Nakajima Atsushi looked at him with a complicated expression for a moment. Obviously, after Dazai Osamu woke up, he already knew that the person in front of him was not Mr. Nakahara he knew.

But Nakajima Atsushi still respectfully opened the door for him: "Mr. Chuuya, please come in."

Shui Jiangyi responded and walked past him.

I saw the original appearance of the whole room, it was the aesthetic of Dazai Osamu. There was only one window in the completely dark room with scattered flickering light. Dazai Osamu was sitting on the bed, originally fiddling with something with his head down, but he raised his head when he heard the sound.

He saw the face of the orange-haired young man and smiled gently.

Dazai Osamu said.

“This is a really strange thing.”

The orange-haired young man asked, "What's so strange? Is it because I came here?"

Dazai Osamu said: "It's not surprising, Chuuya must have seen my death and softened his heart."

"Strangely, Chuuya didn't just abandon this mess, but took the initiative to deal with it." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "It seems that the me in the other world must be nice to Chuuya, right?"

He spoke very intimately, and the smile on the corner of his lips was very beautiful.

The orange-haired young man saw his expression and frowned.

He glanced at Dazai Osamu with his beautiful blue eyes and said bluntly.

"You obviously don't want to smile, so why are you forcing yourself to smile, Dazai?"

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