In fact, Nakahara Chuuya didn't have much impression of how that subordinate died afterwards.

After all, he had been thinking while he was outside the door.

Is this the Dazai Osamu he knew? Is Dazai Osamu trying to help him?

Before he could figure it out, there was no sound from inside. The man in black dragged his dead subordinate out from another door. Nakahara Chuuya thought about whether he should turn around and leave. After all, he had already dealt with everything and Dazai Osamu would be out soon.

But he didn't expect that when he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Dazai Osamu's words.

Probably speaking to his men, Dazai Osamu in the lounge was playing with his gun and said nonchalantly: "Find out how many spies there are like this, and get rid of them all at once tonight."

Dazai Osamu's subordinates were obviously a little hesitant. He said cautiously: "But this is the training given by the leader to Master Nakahara Chuuya. Wouldn't it be a bad idea for us to interfere like this?"

Dazai Osamu's voice was still as lazy as ever: "Do you have any opinion on what I said?"

His voice was not loud, and he did not answer his men's questions, but this still frightened them so much that they began to tremble with fear.

The subordinate immediately retreated and said respectfully, "Yes, this will allow all those who are watching to close the net."

To be honest, it wasn't just his subordinates who felt strange. Nakahara Chuuya was also wondering why Dazai Osamu, who had always been at odds with him, would choose to help him.

However, Dazai Osamu's next words cleared up his doubts.

After turning □□ into a wreath, Dazai Osamu slowly wrote a line of words on the whiteboard behind him.

"All traitors have been eliminated."

As he wrote, he said childishly, "For a slug like Chuuya, he must have decided that everyone around him is a good person. He is simply a brainless good guy, and being deceived is a basic operation for him."

After listening carefully to what Dazai Osamu said, not a single good word came out. Nakahara Chuuya slowly clenched his fists.

Although I know that Dazai Osamu is doing this for his own good, why do his words sound so annoying?

"But I'm the one who's keeping an eye on him, so it doesn't matter if he's a little dumb."

Nakahara Chuuya's clenched fists loosened slightly, he couldn't help but click his lips, but he didn't say anything, just turned around and left. He suddenly felt like going to the balcony to get some fresh air due to his insomnia.

He walked so briskly that he did not notice the faint smile on Dazai Osamu's lips in the lounge behind him after he left.

Dazai Osamu casually threw the paper in his hand onto the table and looked at another line of words written on the whiteboard.

"Zhongyuan Zhong is just a big slug."

I couldn't help but cover my face and laugh out loud: "Well, I guess Zhong Ye is a big fool. How could I not notice someone like me staying by my side for so long? He must think he's pretending well. In fact, I noticed it the moment he walked in."

Dazai Osamu could almost imagine the expression on Nakahara Chuuya's face when he heard those words. It must have been one of surprise and pity, like the expression of a puppy that is suddenly petted by its owner.

He said with certainty: "It's not my fault that I was bullied."

"But Chuuya really does exude a kind of..." Dazai Osamu touched his chin and made the final decision.

"You want to feel bullied."

The cold night wind blew across Nakahara Chuuya's ears. He listened to the explosions not far away and knew that their preparations had begun. They would have to spend a whole day tiredly, but he was in a good mood.

I don’t know if it was because the wind was too gentle that night or the moon was too beautiful.

In short, Nakahara Chuuya was in a good mood and even paid attention to the bunch of gentle and touching purple flowers on the balcony to see what kind of flowers they were.

Then suddenly someone reached out and patted his shoulder: "What are you doing here, Chuuya?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, which was common after talking too much. Nakahara Chuuya raised his head and looked down at Dazai Osamu's body covered in a black windbreaker. He saw his face, which was obviously a little sleepy. His iris-colored eyes were slightly curved and filled with moisture.

Nakahara Chuuya immediately remembered what they had said in the lounge. He rarely lost his temper with Dazai Osamu. He said, "Then what are you doing here?"

Dazai Osamu said: "I couldn't sleep late at night, so I went out for a walk. Now I'm sleepy and I'm going back to my room to sleep."

Nakahara Chuuya reminded: "There are still about two hours before we set off for the mission location."

As he spoke, he casually pointed to a place not far away where smoke was already rising. It was obvious that the most superficial fight had already begun.

Dazai Osamu covered his mouth and yawned, "These things are so simple, you can do them well without me, right?"

Tsk, he is so irresponsible again. It really makes me want to punch him.

However, Nakahara Chuuya felt that it must be because the wind was too gentle that night, which not only made him want to bend down and explore the flowers, but also made him more tolerant of Dazai Osamu. Hearing this, he just said it lightly.

"Okay, in that case, you will be the one writing the report this time, right?"

"No way!"

After that day, I don’t know if it was Chuuya Nakahara himself who felt that way.

He always felt that he and Dazai Osamu had become much closer in a vague way.

They were no longer just roommates living together. Occasionally, they would go out to the game hall to play games together, check out the new restaurants that opened on the edge of the Port Mafia, and when they had free time, they would also study possible synergies.

Of course, it is mainly about Nakahara Chuuya. Dazai Osamu has been tirelessly researching and has come up with many strange tricks about Nakahara Chuuya, but strangely enough, the effects are still good.

When the port mafia's terrified double black became famous, the world was amazed at their strength and their surprisingly amazing tricks.

No one knows that in the deserted corner, there are many people in Nakahara who dislike Dazai Osamu's naming ability.

Nakahara Chuuya was simply a little helpless: "Are the names you came up with for these moves acceptable to humans?"

Dazai Osamu thought these names were particularly beautiful: "What's wrong? Aren't they very unique?"

He is truly unique, just like the awe-inspiring self-portrait hanging in Dazai Osamu's office.

To Nakahara Chuuya, that self-portrait was no different from a demon crawling out of hell, but Dazai Osamu liked it surprisingly. When he painted it, he even wanted to give it to Alice-chan, who painted every day, so that the painting could influence Alice's aesthetic taste.

Not only was Alice frightened by the achievement, but from then on she treated Dazai Osamu's office with reverence and would walk around it whenever she saw it.

However, in their relationship, the one who took the lead was never Nakahara Chuuya but Dazai Osamu.

So Dazai Osamu made the final decision and these moves were called these names.

Then these strange names became the inhumane secret between him and Dazai Osamu.

A secret known only to the two of them.

The port mafia gradually returned to the right path later on.

There was no need for Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya to appear together anymore. Nakahara Chuuya took over the jewel business that Dazai Osamu had initially managed and began to go on frequent business trips.

But when I come back, I always stay with Dazai Osamu.

I also got to know a few of Dazai Osamu's friends, and we would get together at Lupin's bar at night.

Compared with Nakahara Chuuya's job, this kind of life can be said to be dull and ordinary, but for Nakahara Chuuya, it is this kind of dull and ordinary life that he has always wanted since he was born.

At the beginning, Nakahara Chuuya, who was called the God of the Wilderness, was called the thug of the Sheep Organization. Everyone respected him, flattered him, and wanted him to help the Sheep Organization to seek benefits. It seemed that no one took him as a human being.

He was redeemed and belonged to the Port Mafia.

Nakahara Chuuya thought that if time permitted, he would like to stay in the Port Mafia forever and live such an ordinary life.

It wasn't until he was on a business trip in Europe that he received a call from Dazai Osamu.

At that time, he was on his way back by plane after completing a mission. He leaned against the car, exhausted both physically and mentally: "Why did you call me suddenly? Is there something wrong?"

He and Dazai would both tacitly agree not to disturb each other while they were working.

However, if I receive a call from someone at work, I will just answer it directly.

Dazai Osamu said softly, "Chuuya, I want to discuss something with you."

"Hmm?" This was strange. Dazai Osamu was always very powerful and always acted according to his words. It was rare for him to discuss such things with Nakahara Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya showed a little interest and asked, "What is it?"

"I want to defect."

When he said this, his emotion was very calm and his speech speed was very slow, almost as if he was saying, "I just went outside and found a delicious restaurant." As a result, Nakahara Chuuya didn't react at all when he heard it for the first time. His tired brain took a while to react and realized that Dazai Osamu said the word "defection."

Nakahara Chuuya didn't have time to ask him why.

Then I heard Dazai Osamu say another sentence with a smile.

"Will you come with me too?"

…

Almost immediately after he said that, a heavy alarm sounded on the other end of the phone.

At the same time, Chuuya Nakahara immediately received the information sent by Mr. Mori on his mobile phone.

It was a very long message, and Nakahara Chuuya just glanced at it.

Only one piece of information was captured, that is, Dazai Osamu's defection was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but was planned long ago.

But by this time Dazai Osamu had already hung up the phone.

Nakahara Chuuya was left alone, looking around blankly at the unfamiliar European-style buildings.

What exactly happened?

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