Nakahara Chuuya punched Arashi on the head without any hesitation: "Speak to me properly, idiot!"

Nakahara Chuuya withdrew his hand, stood up, grabbed his coat with one hand, and looked at Dazai Osamu. It was unknown what consensus the two of them reached during the look. Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue and waved to Arashi: "Let's go!"

Nakahara Chuuya left the cafe directly and went to the mission site to handle his work. When it was almost over, Nakahara Chuuya found a relatively clean wall to lean against, lit a cigarette and began to daydream.

To be honest, I was really surprised when I first met the person who claimed to be "myself in a parallel world" and I almost believed it.

but……

Not the same.

Although his face is exactly the same and his personality is similar, it cannot hide the fact that he is not "Nakahara Chuuya".

Nakahara Chuuya recalled the previous conversation with that person. He had a good memory and could perfectly restore every moment in his mind. If he didn't know himself well enough, he wouldn't have discovered so quickly that the young man who called himself "Nakahara Chuuya" would give corresponding answers and show corresponding emotions when talking about specific events. Those emotions seemed to be forced into him. What kind of emotions and reactions Nakahara Chuuya should have were like a program implanted in his brain. However, at other times, he was as awkward and indifferent as a child who had just entered the world.

Almost naive cruelty.

Nakahara Chuuya smacked his lips, took a deep puff of cigarette, and flicked the ash, thinking about what to do next with a headache. He couldn't let the boss know... At least, he couldn't let the boss know that he was not "Nakahara Chuuya".

Ah, that's troublesome enough.

If that's really what he thought, he must never let anyone else know.

Nakahara Chuuya rubbed his hair irritably. He still had no idea what had happened to cause his current state. The heroic spirit thing didn't sound reliable at all. The only thing that was certain was that he couldn't be exposed in public now. Some people couldn't stand having two "Nakahara Chuuya". In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he had to be busy now.

The Aramaic Tu in his body was agitated and restless, and his mood was not very good. Nakahara Chuuya bit his cheek and looked up at his subordinates who were walking towards him: "Is it over?"

The subordinate bowed his head respectfully, holding a knife in his hand, which was still stained with blood. "Yes, the interrogation is over. Do you want to keep him alive?"

"Just kill him. Don't worry about the betrayer. No," Nakahara Chuuya suddenly changed his words, "Let me do it. Give me the knife."

"Yes." The subordinate threw away the bloody knife in his hand, took out a clean knife from his pocket and handed it over, "Here you go."

Nakahara Chuuya reached out to take the knife, threw away the cigarette, and turned around and walked into the alley. He raised his black windbreaker and looked at the betrayer on the ground. While stabbing him, he thought carelessly,

Rather than saying that identical people are attracted to each other, it’s more like... the elders’ almost instinctive care and protection for the younger ones?

Nakahara Chuuya accidentally thought of the word "Mom" and his face darkened.

After a scream, the alley returned to silence, followed by a few rustling sounds. After the sun rose the next day, it became a paradise for children to play hide-and-seek.

After looking at Nakahara Chuuya's leaving back, Arasuke turned his gaze to Dazai Osamu.

"So, what exactly do you want to say? You've been dithering for so long, are you free?" Arasuke looked at Dazai Osamu impatiently as he happily ordered the third cup of coffee, and asked viciously.

Dazai smiled at him and asked, "Chuuya, can you answer that question again?"

"What's the problem?" Huang Jie frowned and asked back, looking extremely confused.

Dazai tilted his head and looked at Arasuke. After an unknown amount of time, something came to his mind. He stood up and waved his hand at Arasuke, "Forget it, forget it. I know that little slugs have small brains. I can't count on you. I drank too much coffee. I'm going to the toilet first. Please don't run around~"

"Get lost." Arashi rolled his eyes.

Dazai Osamu shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the restroom. He turned at an angle where Araki couldn't see him and walked into a small cubicle very skillfully. He took out his mobile phone and tapped the keyboard while humming a song. The corners of his mouth were curled up in a smile, and his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.

Araki watched Dazai leave, relaxed his back against the pillow, lowered his head and slightly rolled up his gloves. The traces of black spots hidden under the gloves and sleeves appeared in front of him, and Araki chuckled softly.

Hi, I've been ready since the beginning, now it's finally time~

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The last chapter was intentional, but it really looks like a male mother (Arashi whispered)

From today on, I will start to change my mind and become a new dove, and try to see if I can update daily.

I think it's ok, right?

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