Shui Jiangyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the dim light in the bar fell on his cheeks, greatly weakening his indifference and toughness. He seemed to sigh, raised his eyebrows helplessly and asked, his tone was a little teasing.

"Yes, I am quite sure that I have never met you."

"However." The orange-haired young man raised his head and smiled slightly, with a beautiful smile on the corners of his lips.

This was the first time that Oda Sakunosuke saw him lose his indifference in front of him and show a slightly gentle expression.

"Since you seem to want to get to know me so much, even though this is the first time we meet, I will give you a chance to be my friend."

This tone inexplicably reminded Oda Sakunosuke of the children he raised at home.

After escaping from the Port Mafia, Oda Sakunosuke settled down in the Armed Detective Agency.

Having escaped from the bumpy and wandering life of the port mafia, Oda Sakunosuke found peace in the Armed Detective Agency that he had not felt for a long time. He no longer needed to stay alert all the time when he was sleeping, worrying that his companions around him would suddenly pull out a gun on him.

He no longer needed to feel guilty about his bloodstained hands. It was as if he had finally grabbed a piece of driftwood in the sea of ​​people, and successfully walked ashore, completely breaking away from the past.

Enjoying freedom and the warmth of the sun.

As a result, he had a lot of time to spend with the children he adopted. On weekends, Oda Sakunosuke would rent a car and take them out for fun along with Sakaguchi Ango, who finally had some free time after not having to work overtime.

People who have been to amusement parks and the vast ocean, but have always been confined to a small place like Yokohama, were surprised to see such a scene.

In the beginning, before leaving every time, the little boy he raised would always express himself proudly.

"Since you want to take me out so much, I will have no choice but to agree to go out with you."

Although he said that, Odasaku could not ignore the light in his eyes.

At this moment, Oda Sakunosuke looked at Nakahara Chuuya's bright eyes and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

How come he looks so much like his adopted child?

The night was getting darker.

The saxophone player in the bar put away his saxophone. It was already late and it was time for him to get off work.

So the boss leisurely played elegant blues, and the long tones became longer and longer. Mizue Yi drank the vodka that the boss had just poured for him, and listened to Oda Sakunosuke talking about the interesting things he encountered in the Armed Detective Agency and the interesting ways of dealing with them.

Occasionally he would express an opinion, but more often than not he would just hold his chin and hum lazily.

The light and shadow flowed and fell on them, casting narrow and gentle shadows on the wooden floor.

The system trembled in Shui Jiangyi's sea of ​​consciousness and whispered to Shui Jiangyi.

"Yiyi, in the original world line, before Dazai Osamu died, Nakahara Chuuya never met Oda Sakunosuke. Have you forgotten? What should we do now?"

Mizue Yi certainly didn't forget. He told the system about this after seeing the memory of Nakahara Chuuya in the if line.

However, as he listened to the lazy song in his ears, he pointed his finger at the system in his spiritual consciousness.

The slender fingers pressed against the small light ball of the system.

He smiled softly: "Phew, I'm drunk."

"A drunk person has the right to do whatever he wants."

Tonight, he's going to indulge himself.

Who cares what the mission is? Shui Jiangyi lowered his head and took another sip of vodka. He ignored the fact that the system had made another circle in front of him and managed to get to his side, hugging him and refusing to let go, acting coquettishly.

It was a pleasant evening, they even exchanged contact information, and when Mizue Yi expressed interest in Odasaku's travel, Odasaku suggested that they go on a trip together the next week.

After the night passed, Shui Jiangyi got drunk in the hotel.

In the next few days, no matter how many times Odasaku sent messages to Shui Jiangyi, Shui Jiangyi never replied. The system was finally convinced by Shui Jiangyi, but now it was a little confused by Shui Jiangyi's operation.

"Yiyi, what's wrong with you? Why don't you reply to Oda Sakunosuke's message?"

Shui Jiangyi leaned on the bed and looked at him lazily. He had slept enough in the past few days, and the bruises under his eyes were already very deep, but now they have completely disappeared. He threw his cell phone on the sheets and picked up the PSP.

The system watched helplessly as the dialogue box belonging to Odasaku stopped forever at the sentence that Odasaku had sent last night.

"You're not home yet?"

Even though it does not understand human emotions, one can still vaguely taste the gentleness of Odasaku.

On the night of parting with Oda, Shui Jiangyi staggered out of the bar.

The last words I spoke to Oda Saku were.

"I want to go home!"

Shui Jiangyi opened the latest PSP game and said casually: "I don't have a home here, how should I go home?"

But he never promised to say goodbye.

·

The news that Chuuya Nakahara had left Yokohama was almost directly sent to Mizue Yi's mobile phone as soon as it was reached.

The person who sent him the text message was Nakajima Atsushi. On the other end of the phone, Nakajima Atsushi had just finished the task assigned to him by Dazai Osamu. He wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief and said softly, "Mr. Chuuya, the leader is trapped."

"Eh?" Shui Jiangyi asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

"..." Hearing Nakahara Chuuya's voice speaking in such a reckless tone, Nakajima Atsushi, who had followed the mature Nakahara Chuuya for several days, was a little uncomfortable and forced himself to suppress the flattery in his heart. He said, "After the leader thought about it carefully, he actually planned to go to the auction with Mr. Nakahara."

Shui Jiangyi was not surprised by Dazai's decision. On the contrary, if Dazai could just let Nakahara Chuuya go, he would start to wonder what was wrong with Dazai. So he asked confidently, "You must have another but, right?"

Nakajima Atsushi responded, "Yes, but something happened just before we left."

"A warehouse belonging to the Port Mafia was blown up. The person who blew it up threatened the people guarding the warehouse, saying that if the Port Mafia did not give up the control of the sea, the explosives he had buried in several warehouses not far away would explode directly. The police have already intervened in the matter, and the leader has already met the police."

“……”How could such an incident happen?

Shui Jiangyi's eyes paused slightly, and he remembered the scene in Nakahara Chuuya's memory where Dazai Osamu was standing on the coast next to the ferry, and the sea breeze blew up the bright red scarf around Dazai Osamu's neck.

Perhaps, Nakahara Chuuya was not mistaken at that time. Dazai Osamu hurried towards Nakahara Chuuya after dealing with this matter, so his scarf still had blood stains that had not been washed away. The bright red blood was entangled on his scarf, as beautiful as a dodder climbing on Dazai Osamu's scarf.

He entangled Dazai Osamu completely.

"Please be careful."

Shui Jiangyi now thinks about the expression on Dazai's face when he said this to him. He unexpectedly finds that he can't imagine Dazai's expression at all. He only remembers that the wind was very cold that day.

Even Dazai Osamu's breathing became light.

What kind of accident could have made Dazai Osamu give up the opportunity to go with Nakahara Chuuya? Mizue Yi didn't have time to think about it. He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door.

He rushed out the door downstairs.

Not far downstairs, he saw Nakajima Atsushi's car parked. His extended Lincoln was parked in front of the hotel where Shui Jiangyi was staying. The thick smoke obscured everyone's expression. He ran towards Nakajima Atsushi, and the wind blew Shui Jiangyi's long hair. He almost panicked and grabbed Nakajima Atsushi and said, "Where is Dazai Osamu?"

It was the first time that Nakajima Atsushi saw Mr. Chuuya from the other world behave like this.

From the first time they met, he had always appeared in front of Nakajima Atsushi with a strong and steady image, always wearing an exquisite three-piece suit and orange semi-long hair falling on his shoulders. He was beautiful and arrogant, but at this moment, all his beauty and arrogance seemed to collapse in an instant.

The black coat he was wearing hung loosely on his shoulders, and the tie knot at his collar was slightly turned outward. His bangs fell on his gorgeous cheeks, but he didn't have time to brush them away. He just grabbed Nakajima Atsushi's hand and asked, "How is Dazai now?"

At one point, Nakajima Atsushi thought that his wrist would be broken by Mr. Chuuya.

Fortunately, Mr. Chuuya adjusted his attitude in an instant. He tucked his hair behind his ears, restrained his eyes that showed very much emotion, and let go of Nakajima Atsushi's hand a little awkwardly, and saw that there was already a red circle on his face.

It is simply impossible to estimate Mr. Chuuya's fighting ability.

Nakajima Atsushi, who is now considered the top fighter of the Port Mafia, shook his wrist, straightened his head, and smiled at Mizue Yi. He said, "Mr. Chuuya, please get in the car first, and I will tell you more."

Zhongyuan Zhong also sat in the back seat naturally.

Nakajima Atsushi, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said as if he had just reported on the mission: "The current situation is not that bad. The leader told me that it is still within his ability to resolve. He is just checking."

"But he asked me to go and inform you first, because Mr. Nakahara Chuuya from our world has already boarded the ferry to the auction. The leader is not very reassured, so he wants me to take you to the control room and take over his responsibility to get information about Mr. Chuuya."

Nakajima Atsushi said it very clearly without adding any nonsense.

When listening to him, Shui Jiang Yi could almost piece together the tone of Dazai Osamu talking to him from his words.

Shui Jiangyi felt that he should feel angry.

But strangely, he just looked at Nakajima Atsushi calmly and asked softly, "Nakajima-kun."

"Hmm?" Nakajima Atsushi, who had been affectionately called Atsushi-kun by Nakahara Chuuya some time ago, immediately felt something was in danger. He sat up straight and said, "Mr. Chuuya, do you have anything to tell me?"

Shui Jiangyi asked in confusion.

"Are you sick?"

Shui Jiangyi thought this matter was really outrageous.

He could hardly suppress his anger and repeated, "Are you sick?"

Shui Jiangyi thought that he should have suppressed his emotions, but he really couldn't, he really couldn't bear it.

He asked himself this question over and over again in his heart, and he began to get angry from the bottom of his heart.

This should be the emotion that belongs to Chuuya Nakahara, and it is becoming stronger and stronger in his heart.

In his heart, he questioned him over and over again. No, to be more precise, he questioned Dazai Osamu.

How could Dazai Osamu disregard his life safety like this?

Nakajima Atsushi was stunned by Nakahara Chuuya's scolding. He asked in a panic, "Did I do something wrong?"

Nakajima Atsushi looked ahead and thought, fortunately, the peak of everything has passed now. Although there are cars on Yokohama at night, they are very few in number. This allows him to distract himself and nothing will happen, instead of a car accident or something like that happening the next second.

He waited for a long time but did not get any answer from Nakahara Chuuya. Finally, Nakahara Chuuya said a little tiredly.

"Take me to see Dazai Osamu first."

Dazai Osamu was taken to the Yokohama police station.

Because such a big shot from the Port Mafia had come to the police station, the lights were almost on, with rows of men in black standing outside, from the moment Nakajima Atsushi stopped the car and Mizue Yi stepped out of the car.

All the men in black looked at Shui Jiangyi and knelt down to greet him: "I have met the Central Plains officials."

Shui Jiangyi's clothes had already been combed neatly by him when he was in the car. Now there was not a single flaw on them. The elegant and exquisite three-piece suit was impeccable.

He walked towards the crowd and found that in front of the rows of men in black were rows of guards with guns raised.

When they saw Mizue Yi, almost all the guards showed fear towards him. Mizue Yi knew that this was the terrifying control over the entire Yokohama left over from the identity of Nakahara Chuuya.

He was not frightened by this fear, but raised his eyebrows and easily accepted this terrible control. He stretched out his hand and pressed against the muzzle of a gun, and laughed softly: "Are you going to shoot me?"

His voice was very light and calm, as if he was just chatting with them.

But all the guards saw that the gun he was holding began to melt directly from the muzzle.

Curled up into a ball, and finally when the red light engulfed the gun, the guard who was facing Nakahara Chuuya's hand trembled uncontrollably, and the black iron block that could not be recognized as a gun at all fell to the ground, directly smashing a very deep hole.

The arrogant orange-haired young man in front of him didn't seem to be apologetic at all. He lowered his ice-blue eyes, looking frightening like the god of death emerging from hell. He said softly, "If you don't mean to shoot me, can you please pass the message on for me?"

"Just say it." The voice of the orange-haired young man sounded particularly elegant and sexy. He said, "I'm here to take our leader home."

Almost within a moment after Nakahara Chuuya's voice fell, the guard closest to the police station fell heavily to the ground with a loud noise, and the dust on the ground was instantly raised.

Everyone's attention was on the guard. When Nakahara Chuuya looked at him, the guard patted his butt and ran towards the police station in a funny way, shouting as he ran: "I'll be there right away!"

Shui Jiang Yi stood and waited for a while, and while waiting, Nakajima Atsushi stood behind him.

He didn't even look at Nakajima Atsushi. He just lowered his eyes, waiting for the people in the police station to come out and negotiate with him.

Who would have thought that besides the police chief, the person walking out of the police station would also be Ranpo Edogawa, with whom he had met once before.

He was wearing the same detective uniform as when they met before. He followed the police officer out, lifted his hat and stole a glance at Shui Jiangyi.

Shui Jiangyi looked at him expressionlessly, and said directly to the people around him: "I'm here, where's Dazai Osamu?"

...What a sharp breath.

Commander Hayata had heard in previous years that Nakahara Chuuya was a very violent person, but seeing is believing. It was not until he saw Nakahara Chuuya's face that he knew the truth.

It turns out that where exactly is Nakahara Chuuya's magical power that can almost silence people?

It almost makes people afraid to even look him in the eye.

Commander Hayata said, "We didn't do anything to him."

Shui Jiangyi didn't want to support him and say something similar to a trade-off. He said, "Where are the people?"

The two sides were in a stalemate. Chief Hayata was no match for Mizue Yi, so he finally turned aside and said, "Please come in."

Shui Jiangyi did not look away at his show of weakness. He walked straight into the police station. The night wind blew up his cold black coat. As he passed by him, Edogawa Ranpo said softly.

"I always feel like I can smell the scent of doom."

Shui Jiangyi did not look back. He said coldly, "I have the courage to accept the misfortune."

The system stayed in his spiritual sea, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

Because he knew that Shui Jiangyi was really angry, but it would be better to say that it was Shui Jiangyi who was angry, or rather that the two Zhongyuan Zhongye belonging to different worlds that Shui Jiangyi had inherited from his body were also angry.

Shui Jiangyi's brain is feeling severe pain now. Every time he receives a memory, it is the kind of pain that is almost unbearable. Fortunately, he is almost getting used to it.

From the very beginning, I felt exhausted every time I took on the memories, but now I can endure the pain without changing my expression.

He replayed those memories over and over in his mind.

When Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya first became partners.

Zhongyuan Zhongye just felt that he had something similar to a think tank.

After all, Dazai Osamu is really too smart, so smart that it seems like you can see through his heart.

Therefore, Nakahara Chuuya always thought that Dazai Osamu was a smart man.

Until Dazai Osamu put himself in the gamble during a mission.

At the beginning of the day, Nakahara Chuuya lost contact with Dazai Osamu since the morning.

However, at the beginning, Dazai Osamu was often missing, so Nakahara Chuuya did not take this matter to heart.

Until he went to deal with the target of the mission, a veteran jewelry dealer, at night.

Not far away, Dazai Osamu was seen tied up.

The night is so deep, the bright moon is so dim, and the thick clouds cover all the stars in the sky.

Only a dim street light fell on Dazai Osamu, making his shadow particularly long and narrow.

Logically speaking, at this moment, he should have seen Dazai Osamu as a blurry figure.

But Nakahara was certain that the person who was tied up and fell to a high place was Dazai Osamu.

So, when the veteran jewelry seller was talking and laughing to Nakahara Chuuya and was ready to use Dazai Osamu as a bargaining chip to negotiate with Nakahara Chuuya, he found that Nakahara Chuuya, who was willing to smile at him when they first met, raised his eyes to him coldly.

Then, a surge of red light spread from his body.

Ten minutes later, this small area was flattened by Nakahara Chuuya.

The old jewelry dealer who tried to use Dazai Osamu to negotiate with Nakahara Chuuya was stepped on by Nakahara Chuuya, and after being kicked unconscious, he was kicked far away.

Nakahara Chuuya held Dazai's head against his shoulder and said to him, almost unable to hold back his voice, "What are you doing?"

Dazai Osamu, who was yelled at, raised his head with a smile. There were still wounds on his face. When he smiled, the wounds on his face broke open and smudged the bandage on his cheek.

Those mysterious iris-colored eyes seemed to be buried in the endless night, appearing particularly dim.

"Chuya."

He dragged out the last syllable of his words particularly long, as if he were a cat being coquettish.

Nakahara Chuuya held his head and didn't let him move, frowning and saying unhappily: "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're in pain or something like that, I'll beat you so hard that you can't even stand up."

“…Huh?” Dazai Osamu, who was very sensitive and could sense that something was wrong with Nakahara Chuuya’s mood, became even more excited. He smiled and said, “Chuuya, what’s wrong with you? I asked you to complete the task very quickly.”

Nakahara Chuuya said to him, "So you can get involved in this?"

Dazai Osamu said nonchalantly: "Is it not possible?"

"Isn't this a normal thing to do in order to achieve what I want?"

The lights inside the police station were bright.

It was so bright that Nakahara Chuuya only needed to take a glance to see the pair of beautiful iris-colored pupils.

As beautiful and dead as it was all those years ago.

He didn't need to speak, didn't need to ask, and certainly didn't need an answer from Dazai Osamu.

Nakahara Chuuya knew it very well.

He will get the same answer as he did many years ago.

Dazai Osamu never really cared about his own life and death.

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