Nakajima Atsushi's eyes trembled. He did not expect Nakahara Chuuya to give him such an answer.

He asked, "What if there are no more secrets between them?"

The orange-haired young man's eyes glowed with a lazy warmth that could only be seen in the daytime under the dim light of the dungeon.

He said, "Atsushi-kun...can I call you that?"

Nakajima Atsushi found that Mr. Chuuya had a very sexy voice. When he called his name, the ending sound was slightly upturned, just like a grand song that was very touching. He nodded and said, "Mr. Chuuya, you can call me whatever you want."

"Okay." The orange-haired young man nodded and asked, "You should have guessed that I don't belong to this world."

Nakajima Atsushi said, "Yes, Mr. Chuuya, I have already guessed that you do not belong to this world, but the leader recognized you, so I also recognized you with the leader."

He said it in a serious tone, but it made the orange-haired young man couldn't help but laugh. The corners of his lips curled up: "So, have you ever thought that there is a me in your world, and in my world, there is also a completely different Atsushi-kun?"

Shui Jiangyi's voice was not very loud, but he clearly saw that after hearing his voice, Nakajima Atsushi raised his eyes inexplicably. There was youthful cowardice and a hint of yearning in those eyes.

"Does a me also exist in Mr. Chuuya's world?" Nakajima Atsushi felt as if he was stunned by this sentence. He never dared to make such an assumption. Is there a me in another world?

Faint daylight filtered through the only skylight in the Port Mafia dungeon and shone onto the outside of the dungeon. Nakajima Atsushi recalled with a sense of sadness the day when he and this Nakahara Chuuya met for the first time.

Dazai Osamu was lying on the bed dying, and he stood at the door of the operating room, watching Nakahara Chuuya gradually walk away.

At that time, the moonlight cruelly separated his world from that of Chuuya Nakahara, but now, they seemed to be glued together indefinitely, making him feel a little confused.

The orange-haired young man nodded: "Yes, there is also an Atsu-kun in my world, so I was surprised when I saw Atsu-kun for the first time."

"The me in that world." Nakajima Atsushi understood what Nakahara Chuuya meant. "Isn't it the same as the me in this world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Nakahara Chuuya's eyes fell on him and looked him up and down. Nakajima Atsushi had been a well-known big shot in the Port Mafia for so many years, and outside the Port Mafia, he was even more feared by the White Grim Reaper.

But under the gaze of Zhongyuan Zhongye, he felt that he had nowhere to hide, as if he was not wearing clothes that fit him well, and his whole body was soaked in coldness.

Nakajima Atsushi wondered why Mr. Chuuya was looking at him like that?

Is it because the self in another world is even worse than the self in this world?

"Yes." The orange-haired young man nodded sharply. "Although Atsushi in that world is also by Dazai's side, he is completely different from now. By the way, are you curious about what Dazai is like in that world?"

Nakajima Atsushi nodded. Speaking of Dazai Osamu, he had a hundred times more confidence than himself: "In Mr. Nakahara's world, the leader must be an extraordinary figure. Has he also become the leader of the port mafia?"

The orange-haired young man was amused by what Nakajima Atsushi said. He held his chin with one hand and said, "Should I say that you are indeed a loyal supporter of Dazai? No, Dazai did not become the leader of the port mafia. He defected."

The word "defection" hit Nakajima Atsushi's heart like a stone.

"How could he defect?" Nakajima Atsushi shouted, "Chief..."

His voice trailed off. “Mr. Mori once said that the leader was born to be a member of the Mafia.”

Having said that, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but start to imagine what Mr. Dazai would be like if he wasn't the leader of the port mafia.

He was surprised to find that he couldn't imagine it at all. The first thing that came to his mind was Dazai Osamu sitting high on the leader's seat, looking down at everyone with an indifferent expression. The red scarf was like a long yoke, binding him to the throne.

"Tsk." The orange-haired young man laughed, "Yes, he is a natural fit for the Mafia. This doesn't mean that Dazai will be confined to the Port Mafia forever."

The orange-haired young man looked far away and said, "But the Dazai of this world can't do that. Do you know why?"

Nakajima Atsushi asked, “…Why?”

As soon as he said this, he felt that he actually knew all the answers, but Dazai Osamu was too powerful in the past and no one dared to challenge his great authority.

"Because he has no one to rely on." The orange-haired young man said, "In my world, Mr. Mori did not disappear, Sister Hongye did not die, and none of the five major leaders of the Port Mafia was absent. And I, in that world, am a candidate for Dazai Osamu's leader."

Just a few short sentences from Nakahara Chuuya revealed a grand port mafia that Nakajima Atsushi could never have imagined.

Is it true that even Chuuya Nakahara will be a candidate for an officer?

Nakajima Atsushi stammered a little, but he found that he couldn't make any sound.

Fortunately, Nakahara Chuuya didn't need his answer, so he just continued talking to himself.

"So, this bastard Dazai could do whatever he wanted. After ruining Mr. Mori's mission, he installed a bomb on my motorcycle and blew up my favorite motorcycle. That night, all the members of the Port Mafia came out and blocked the entire Yokohama to track down Dazai Osamu. Guess, did they catch him?"

Nakajima Atsushi said decisively, "No."

The orange-haired young man glanced at him and said, "You do know him. He really didn't. That bastard relied on his power to lead people to the largest shopping mall in Yokohama and set off a grand fireworks display to celebrate his defection."

"Then two years later, through the introduction of the Supernatural Department, you successfully joined the White Path Armed Detective Agency and became a member of it, and you..."

"It's his subordinates."

"... Armed Detective Agency?" Hearing this familiar name, Nakajima Atsushi's eyes widened, revealing a rare hint of youthfulness. He said in disbelief, "Mr. Dazai later became a detective?!"

It can be said that Nakajima Atsushi knows this familiar name better than anyone else, after all, Yokohama is only this small.

Apart from the Tongfang small organizations that would often cause trouble for them, the people that Nakajima Atsushi dealt with the most were those from the Armed Detective Agency.

He could recognize the faces of almost everyone there even with his eyes closed. He let Dazai Osamu in with disbelief. He murmured in a low voice, "Will the leader really not be assassinated by Akutagawa Ryunosuke the first second he enters?"

Shui Jiangyi thought about Nakajima Atsushi's conjecture, and the atmosphere that had been held together with great difficulty was almost ruined by his laughter.

The assassination of Dazai Osamu by Akutagawa Ryunosuke!

Then, the orange-haired young man covered his eyes with his hands to hide the smile in his ice-blue eyes, and said with a smile: "No, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was not in the Armed Detective Agency at that time. As Dazai Osamu's direct subordinate, you were led by Dazai Osamu himself."

"You don't have to worry about Dazai not being able to adapt. After all, you know very well how strong Dazai's ability to adapt is."

Nakajima Atsushi nodded subconsciously. Indeed, he knew it.

After all, he also watched how Dazai Osamu lingered in the banquet, as if he was born to appear at the banquet with ease.

"Then," Nakajima Atsushi said with no lack of yearning, "Has the leader become a detective with the same name as Edogawa Ranpo?"

"Him?" The orange-haired young man chuckled. "He's not that interested. His daily routine in the Armed Detective Agency is just to fish in troubled waters and occasionally commit suicide. By the way, you saved him when Dazai committed suicide, and then was picked up by Dazai."

Nakajima Atsushi felt that he could never imagine a first meeting like that.

His first meeting with Dazai Osamu was in a gloomy rainstorm, a dark forest, a high cliff, and a closed door.

But according to what Nakahara Chuuya said, would his first meeting with Dazai Osamu in that world be on a sunny and peaceful day?

He whispered, "Can you describe to me my first meeting with the leader?"

Nakajima Atsushi's voice was so soft, for fear that if he spoke a little louder, it would disturb the past that had already happened and make him escape into the endless darkness, never to see the light again.

The orange-haired young man said, "That evening, Dazai was jumping into the river, trying to commit suicide, and then he kept floating along the river. His new partner, Kunikida Doppo, had given up on him and was about to rescue Dazai when he was about to drown, but he found that you had already jumped into the river."

Nakahara Chuuya's voice was calm and had no narrative at all, but Nakajima Atsushi seemed to have entered that world.

The fiery clouds in the evening were beautiful and gentle. When he was by the river, he met a drowning man.

Then he jumped into the river. The summer water was warm and wrapped him in warmth. The water flowed past his side. He hugged the person who was drowning in the river and brought him to the shore.

The drowning man's hair was stuck to his face. When Nakajima Atsushi tried to bend down to brush the hair off his cheek, he found that he had opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of iris-colored eyes that looked like flawless gemstones.

It is not stained with any blood, and what it reflects is the sparkling surface of the lake.

Nakajima Atsushi regained consciousness in the river. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya and said, "Thank you for telling me this story. I will treasure it."

The orange-haired young man raised his eyebrows: "But it seems that you don't want to be the protagonist of this story."

Nakajima Atsushi was stunned by what he said. He lowered his head for a while, then raised his head and said, "Yes, I don't want to be the protagonist of this story, even if he is me."

Even though the beginning of this story is so beautiful, it seems like a story from a fairy tale.

However, Nakajima Atsushi also clearly understood that he did not belong to that world.

In that world, Nakajima Atsushi met a special Dazai Osamu at a special time, and they had different lives and stories.

But in the heart of Nakajima Atsushi, the white-clad death god of the port mafia, there are things that belong to him and he wants to treasure, which may be a bleak past for others.

He will always remember the hand that Dazai Osamu extended to him on that rainy night.

He will also always remember the dim light he saw when Dazai Osamu brought him home, and Nakahara Chuuya who was cooking borscht in the kitchen under the dim light.

Nakajima Atsushi said to Nakahara Chuuya in front of him with a smile.

"If I could exchange it, I wouldn't."

"Because I never think about a bright future."

All Nakajima Atsushi wanted before was to be by the side of the leader, Dazai Osamu.

Just clear away all the difficulties for him.

Shui Jiangyi looked at the smile on Nakajima Atsushi's face and couldn't help but glance sideways.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and he said, "So, the question you asked me already has an answer."

"If they had not concealed each other, the ending should be that even if Dazai Osamu defected from the Port Mafia, Nakahara Chuuya would still be a cadre of the Port Mafia. They went from being partners to being enemies."

The orange-haired young man's eyes were so soft: "Dazai is still the bastard who found my dormitory key and slept on my bed without any hesitation."

All stories, with the word "if" added in, then this assumption never has any meaning.

In this doomed story, the past cannot be changed.

But there is still a future.

Nakajima Atsushi understood what Nakahara Chuuya said, and something seemed to flash in his eyes. He said to Nakahara Chuuya: "So, is this why you came here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of explosion not far away.

Nakajima Atsushi, who had rich experience, immediately wanted to go out to find out what was going on, but the orange-haired young man in front of him held his hand.

The orange-haired young man's hand was pressing down on Nakajima Atsushi's wrist lightly, but it seemed as if an infinite force was suppressing him, making Nakajima Atsushi unable to move.

Nakajima Atsushi saw Nakahara Chuuya stand up. A circle of gold rim flashed on the small hat on his head. He said with a hint of tenderness in his ice-blue eyes: "After you finish writing this report, give it to Dazai Osamu."

"I'll take care of those people."

"I." Nakajima Atsushi wanted to say something.

But before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by Nakahara Chuuya, who interrupted him and said arrogantly.

"What? Do you think you are more powerful than me?"

Nakajima Atsushi didn't dare to say anything. He watched Nakahara Chuuya walk outside, and he also ran towards the ground following Nakahara Chuuya.

Outside the magnificent building of the Port Mafia, a group of arrogant people with special abilities blew up a branch of the Port Mafia.

And Nakahara Chuuya flew towards the group.

·

Shui Jiangyi cleaned up the group of people as if he was cutting melons and vegetables.

After dealing with that group of people, he didn't rush back. He just randomly found a waterfront coffee shop and walked in.

To delay time.

After all, at this time, in the eyes of Dazai Osamu and Nakajima Atsushi, he shouldn't be so strong.

The system gave Shui Jiangyi a thumbs up: "Yi Yi, you have really become more and more cautious recently."

Shui Jiangyi turned a deaf ear to his flattery. He sat down by the French window, hummed at the waiter who brought him coffee, and only asked the system: "Do you think that what I just said to Nakajima Atsushi might work?"

The system said: "According to my observation just now, his heartbeat is very fast. I feel that he is about to accept the fact that you are from another world, but Dazai Osamu..."

The sound of the system is a bit embarrassing.

Shui Jiangyi also sighed. He could see Dazai Osamu's attitude clearly.

Now Dazai Osamu does not want to negotiate with Mizue Yi. In fact, Mizue Yi thinks that Dazai Osamu's biggest doubt is whether what Mizue Yi said is true or not, and whether it is just to please him.

What Shui Jiangyi said was half true and half false. The false part was that he did not actually own the book like Dazai Osamu, and it was not a perfect ending. Zhong Yuanzhong in that world also died.

It's true... In that world, Chuuya Nakahara did learn about Dazai Osamu's death, and with his powerful wish, he attracted the system and created the reincarnation in which Mizue Ei took over Chuuya Nakahara's body.

Nakahara Chuuya's last wish was that he wanted Dazai Osamu to live.

Keep living.

Shui Jiangyi's gaze fell on the bitter coffee.

As he once said, Dazai Osamu's suicide was actually a way of survival.

The more he pursued death, the more it meant that Dazai knew that someone could pull him out of the abyss of despair.

But when Dazai Osamu gave up even this way of survival, it meant that his mental state had become very tense, just like walking on a tightrope, he was walking barefoot on the wire, and there was a bottomless abyss underneath the wire.

If Dazai Osamu is not careful, he will fall from it.

Now he was just concentrating on keeping Nakahara Chuuya alive, as that was the one thing that kept reminding him that he could not die.

But Dazai Osamu has now guessed from Weilun that there may be a way to exchange one life for another.

It's really hard for Shui Jiangyi not to doubt.

In the end, Dazai Osamu's suicide by jumping off a building was probably related to the method he learned.

It can only be turned little by little.

"Tsk." Shui Jiangyi lowered his head and took a big sip of coffee. The bitter taste made his brain clearer.

He blinked, stood up from his seat, went to the bar to buy some snacks, and prepared to go back to test Dazai Osamu.

When going out through the door.

A man in a light-colored suit brushed past him, and the bell on the door tinkled.

Shui Jiangyi clearly heard the boss calling that person's name affectionately.

"Hey, Oda, why are you here to buy bread so early today?"

·

Shui Jiangyi went back with the snacks.

Then he was surrounded by a crowd, and the person who led the crowd was Nakajima Atsushi.

Shui Jiangyi carefully counted the number of people surrounding him. Wow, there were at least 20 to 30 of them. He couldn't help but wonder sarcastically, is this the entire fighting force of the port mafia here?

He didn't seem to be panicking at all. He said to Nakajima Atsushi, "What happened?"

Nakajima Atsushi gave him a complicated look, then said softly, "Come with me."

On the way there, Nakajima Atsushi carefully explained to him the reason for this.

"Not long after you went after that group, an explosion occurred there, and the organization's base was directly destroyed." Nakajima Atsushi said carefully, "But I couldn't contact you. When the leader informed me, it was the first time I saw the leader get angry."

Angry? Dazai Osamu?

Shui Jiangyi instantly felt the fear of being dominated by Dazai Osamu. He half-closed his eyes and began to inquire about the news: "Is he angry with me, or is he angry with the explosion?"

Nakajima Atsushi shook his head: "The leader didn't tell me, but our people found out."

"The group that planted the bomb came from overseas and their organization is unknown."

"So, I just brought people there to find you."

As a result, before they had walked for long, they saw Nakahara Chuuya coming back.

Mizue Yi immediately thought of the day when Dazai Osamu's relationship with Nakahara Chuuya changed.

That day, he was assassinated by a killer from the Italian Mafia.

…

For a moment, Shui Jiangyi tightened his hand around the dessert bag.

Nakajima Atsushi took him to the chief's office.

Shui Jiangyi pushed open the door and saw Dazai Osamu sitting at the head seat in the leader's office.

His face was still as pale as before, but compared to yesterday, it looked a little angrier, which made his calm iris-colored eyes look more lively.

Shui Jiangyi closed the door, walked towards Dazai Osamu, stood in front of him without saying a word.

The room was empty and very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the breathing of two people.

Dazai Osamu said: "Nakaya."

Shui Jiangyi carefully tasted his tone. It was a very calm tone, but he seemed to be able to hear the ups and downs hidden in it. He was really angry...

He placed the dessert bag in his hand on Dazai Osamu's desk, and the plastic bag made a rustling sound.

This thing seemed so out of place in Dazai Osamu's luxurious Tsukimi business, and yet it instantly brought me back to the past.

In the past, whenever Chuuya Nakahara made Dazai Osamu angry, he would like to buy a small snack like this and put it on Dazai Osamu's desk.

In fact, it wasn't that Dazai Osamu told him whether he liked it or not, but Nakahara Chuuya really couldn't coax Dazai Osamu, so he gave up and asked his subordinates for advice, and his subordinates gave him advice.

The subordinates used this trick specifically to coax their little daughter.

Dazai Osamu's eyelashes trembled, just like the flapping wings of a butterfly perched on a flower. He raised his hands and grasped the plastic bag, his fingers clenched tightly together.

He raised his eyes and looked at Shui Jiangyi.

Dazai Osamu asked Mizue Eikan.

"Can't you be less sharp and blunt?"

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