In the face of Nakahara Chuuya's aggressiveness, Dazai Osamu lowered his eyebrows and smiled.

Dazai Osamu's bone structure is really beautiful. From the brow bone to the eyelid, it is like an elegant arc. When he raises his eyes, the tail of his eye is slightly raised, as if he is ready to hold a handful of snow at any time. He chuckled and said, "Chuuya, I am now to you."

"But get rid of all of it."

His eyes fell on the angry ice-blue eyes of Nakahara Chuuya, and he suddenly felt a lot of emotions. He said, "Chuuya, are you angry because of me?"

Nakahara Chuuya paused for a moment because of his question. He didn't know why Dazai Osamu asked such a gentle question, as if he didn't know how to answer Dazai Osamu at all. Was he angry because of Dazai Osamu?

Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't dare to look at his own face, but he knew it clearly.

Indeed, he was outraged by the possibility that Dazai might have deceived him.

But it was not because he felt that he was deceived by Dazai Osamu, but because he wanted to get closer and closer to Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu's soul is really too heavy, just like what Nakahara Chuuya just said that he is full of filth, Dazai Osamu's soul is soaked in too much blood and crying, and his soul carries the darkness that no one has ever seen and is going further and further away.

And Zhongyuan Zhongye broke away from the previous world line.

He attempted to take on Dazai Osamu's bloated and heavy soul.

Nakahara Chuuya shook off Dazai Osamu's hand and said, "You'd better tell me everything, otherwise..."

His words got stuck in his throat halfway through and he couldn't go on.

In fact, he knew it very well, otherwise there would have been silence.

Dazai Osamu must have guessed it, so he smiled so beautifully.

The iris-colored eyes scattered into a misty sea of ​​clouds, supporting Zhongyuan Zhongye as he rose and fell in the beautiful and dreamy sea of ​​clouds.

He said, "Otherwise, punish me and never desire death again in my life."

Punish me for you, making me stay in this world for a long time.

·

After the conversation that day, Nakahara Chuuya felt that his relationship with Dazai Osamu had inexplicably become much closer.

It's not that the behavior was particularly intimate. To put it more abstractly, he felt that the soul he released gradually touched Dazai Osamu's soul.

In front of Nakahara Chuuya, he no longer had the cunning look with a smile on his face all the time.

The calm Dazai Osamu had a blank expression on his face. He seemed to be looking at something, yet not looking at anything.

Nakahara Chuuya unexpectedly discovered that Dazai Osamu's biggest hobby was actually daydreaming.

As time goes by since they defected.

The time-space correction officers he encountered became stronger and stronger. In the beginning, they could be knocked down by Chuuya Nakahara using only physical skills, but later on they became so powerful that Chuuya Nakahara had to use his filth skills to defeat them.

In one dark night after another, in one wet and mottled alley after another.

Nakahara Chuuya felt like he had walked through almost every street and alley in Yokohama.

In every alley, hidden by the dim mist, people fought bloody battles again and again, exhausted.

But Nakahara Chuuya never retreated once.

Because he knew that behind him was Dazai Osamu. While he needed to resist the enemies outside this world, Dazai Osamu was also studying all their origins, racing against time to snatch the time stolen from outside the world line.

Another click.

Nakahara Chuuya expressionlessly broke the neck of the last person. Under his feet, the long corpse spread to an unknown boundary.

Nakahara Chuuya shook off the blood on his black gloves and found that the blood stains were too thick and had soiled the black gloves on his hands, so he took off the gloves and threw them on the ground.

He walked towards Dazai Osamu and asked, "How is your research going?"

Dazai looked up at him and said, "Kneel down and let me see."

"?"

Nakahara Chuuya thought that what he said was groundless. In fact, he didn't quite understand why Dazai Osamu suddenly said this, but this did not prevent him from doing what Dazai Osamu said.

He squatted down obediently, staring at the bloody corpse in front of Dazai Osamu, feeling a little hurt: "Why is it the same way you deal with prisoners in the port mafia?"

"I have long felt that the prisoners who have passed through your hands are horrible."

Dazai Osamu was used to hearing Nakahara Chuuya's complaints. He raised his hand and just stretched it out, but stopped again.

He retracted his hand and tore the white gloves off bit by bit with his teeth, revealing his slender white fingers underneath.

Every time the Correction Officers appear, they will only remain in this world for a short moment after they die. When they are all dead, within ten minutes, everything will disappear.

Even at such an urgent moment, Dazai Osamu was so slow and leisurely, but Nakahara Chuuya didn't feel annoyed.

He watched Dazai throw his gloves aside, then reach out to his cheek affectionately.

A cold hand brushed across Nakahara Chuuya's face, and before Nakahara Chuuya could feel anything, Dazai Osamu had already casually and gently brushed away the hair that was stuck to his cheek by the blood.

The movement is so gentle that it feels like you have just touched a marshmallow.

Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "Your hair just got stuck to your cheek."

The mist gradually dissipated, and Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously shook his hair.

The soft, curled orange semi-long hair obediently fell on his shoulders. He said a little embarrassedly: "Is this the question I just asked you?"

Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows and said, "No, it's just that I feel this matter is more important to me."

After he finished speaking, he raised the bottle in his other hand and said, "Here, this is what I just found from them."

In the transparent glass bottle, there are traces of ice-blue lines.

Nakahara Chuuya frowned: "What is this?"

Dazai explained: "I have never come into contact with such things. I found them from under their skins. Didn't Chuuya find them? Every time they appeared."

From the corners of their eyes to their jaws, a beautiful ice-blue pattern will appear the first moment they appear.

But it is often hidden in the fog and unknown to humans.

Nakahara Chuuya stood up and stretched his ankles, which were a little sore from squatting. He said, "Why don't you go home? This crappy place is really annoying. It's too humid."

Dazai Osamu's gaze was drawn up by his suddenly rising long legs and fell on Nakahara Chuuya's shoulder.

Starting from his shoulders, the mist gradually dissipated.

The gentle light of morning fell on Nakahara Chuuya's shoulders.

It fell in front of Dazai Osamu, he raised his hand to grab that small piece of light, lowered his eyes and said.

"Okay, let's go home."

·

Dazai Osamu's research has begun to take shape, this is a kind of energy that does not exist in this world.

He tested the sample he extracted on a white mouse, and the mouse indeed behaved like the group of people, crawling up again and again under his hands.

When Dazai Osamu handed this test sample to Nakahara Chuuya.

Nakahara Nakatani glanced at Dazai Osamu with a bit of hesitation and sighed deeply: "For such a person, Dazai, what pronoun do you want?"

Dazai Osamu frowned and said, "What do you mean, God?"

When he uttered the last two words, his words were very affectionate.

The two words seemed to be held between his lips and teeth before being uttered slowly, sounding both intimate and gentle.

Nakahara Chuuya's ears felt hot in an instant. He coughed and said hastily and briefly, "Probably."

Scarlet blush almost instantly occupied the ears of Zhongyuan Chuye. When he heard the word "God", Zhongyuan Chuye suddenly remembered for some reason that he had regarded himself as a god during his difficult youth.

And Dazai Osamu's reaction at the time...

Nakahara Chuuya selectively forgot all the shallow memories about the past.

But Dazai Osamu was not prepared to avoid this topic. He moved closer to Nakahara Chuuya and said, "I heard that the gods are angry and no one can escape. Chuuya, are you afraid?"

Nakahara Chuuya said, "Can I still run away if I'm scared?"

The world line has collapsed, can he still get back on track?

Moreover, Nakahara Chuuya didn't want to go back to the past. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes were drawn back, his brows were calm, and he said, "Anyway, you should die first, you bastard Dazai."

Dazai Osamu also closed his eyes.

This is the third house they rented after defecting.

The first house was in the city center. He and Nakahara Chuuya would put on various decorations and go out covertly every day at sunset. Although it was not comfortable, it was much better than running around for missions all day long.

The second house was on the seaside, with the surging waves beating against the beach. When there was no correction officer, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya would pull a lounge chair and lean on the beach, letting the cold sea water submerge his ankles.

This house is located next to the forest. When I wake up every day, I can almost hear the birds singing.

Time seemed to slow down.

Dazai Osamu clenched the glass bottle in his hand. He thought, maybe, this kind of life is not bad after all.

Hiding in the crowd, he and Zhongyuan Zhongye seemed to have shed the skin that forced them to be like ordinary people, and became free and unrestrained.

He is no longer the Port Mafia, or the so-called brain trust Dazai Osamu.

He can casually be an unknown passerby Dazai Osamu.

And Zhongyuan Zhongye will no longer be the leader of the Sheep Organization, nor the famous gravity user.

They were lost in the crowd, and gradually let go of all their guard, all their calculations and conspiracies, and all the barriers they had before.

Together in the crowd.

Gradually becoming ordinary him and him.

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This world line is about to end, the first world line is about to end, I really don’t want to let it go.

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