Chapter 181 Extra: When the original character travels back in time

After tidying up the room, Dazai Osamu skillfully re-wrapped the bandage he had taken off and covered his right eye as he remembered. He then slightly adjusted his expression in front of the mirror, returning his demeanor to the state he had when he was still in the port mafia.

This was not difficult for Dazai Osamu, and soon, the person appearing in the mirror seemed like a different person.

Although she still had a smile on her face, the warmth and kindness that she had previously shown between her brows was no longer there. When I looked at her iris-colored eyes again, the warmth in them had turned into a dark shadow that made me dare not look directly at her. @

"Perfect~" The next second, after the blackened version was loaded, Dazai Osamu snapped his fingers lively, which seemed to slightly dilute the frightening element in him. However, if anyone saw his eyes at this moment, they would not have such naive thoughts.

Dazai Osamu was very dedicated and perfectly cosplayed his former self. Even when he was joking, his iris-colored eyes were still inharmonious and silent, to the extent that other people would feel scared at the mere sight of them.

So, when Dazai Osamu opened the door in response to the knock, none of the men in black suits waiting outside noticed that their Lord Dazai was in trouble. They looked away as soon as they made contact with him, lowered their heads in awe, and reminded him, "Lord Dazai, the executive meeting called by the boss is about to begin."

"Boss..." Dazai Osamu held the title in his mouth and nodded calmly: "I understand."

As one of the five former cadres, Dazai Osamu knew exactly where to hold the meeting, and he walked towards the meeting room in the main building with ease.

Seeing this, the man in black suit who had been guarding the door just now followed silently like a little follower.

Familiar recipe, familiar taste. Dazai Osamu glanced at the man in the black suit who was one step behind him, and the villain in his heart nodded frantically: Yeah, yeah, it turned out to be the tool man he used before he defected from the port mafia. This is easy to deal with!

Without any twists and turns, Dazai Osamu extracted a lot of information that he didn't know from his followers in just a few words. The puzzle in his mind gradually took shape, and the originally hazy world began to become clear.

Unlike Yokohama in their world, where the Port Mafia, the Armed Detective Agency, and the Special Agent Division are mutually restrained, Yokohama in this world is dominated by the Port Mafia alone. No... not only that, to be precise, the entire Japanese underworld is ruled by the Port Mafia, and this is even tacitly approved by the government.

A true king of the night? A sharp light flashed across Dazai Osamu's eyes, and he became more interested in the leader whom he had never met before.

And adhering to the principle that as long as you make Mr. Mori suffer, we are good friends with the same aspirations, the filial (?) disciple Dazai Osamu's favorability towards Douma is increasing at an extremely fast speed...

The journey went peacefully, and no one noticed that the Dazai Osamu in front of them was not the original one from this world, until they were about to reach the door of the conference room and met Nakahara Chuuya who was also there for the meeting.

"Dazai/Chuya?!" With just one glance, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya both recognized each other: it was the slug/mackerel for sure!

After exchanging a glance filled with sparks, the two of them tacitly waved away the black suits that were in the way and quickly exchanged information.

At this point, Nakahara Chuuya finally let go of his worries and vigilance about being ambushed by an illusion-type psychic. Since it was the bluefin tuna who made the judgment, then even if the result was unbelievable, they were most likely to have really traveled to another parallel world.

When his defenses against this world faded, Nakahara Chuuya immediately thought of the group photo on his desk. So... everyone in the Flag Society...

Nakahara Chuuya, who had been very composed before, was no longer as calm as before. He was so excited that he turned into a young boy who could not sit still and ran straight to the activity room of the flag club to find his friends.

Dazai Osamu knew what Nakahara Chuuya was thinking without even looking. He sighed silently, then gently placed his hand on Nakahara Chuuya's shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

There was no need for excessive words. Out of trust, Nakahara Chuuya suppressed his inner restlessness and walked into the conference room with Dazai Osamu.

The exclusive meeting room for cadres in this world was exactly the same as in their memory, except for the people sitting inside.

Dazai Osamu calmly glanced at the situation in the room, and after finding that the other three officers except the two of them had all arrived, he deliberately raised a smile without a trace of apology: "Sorry, we are late."

"Hmph." Gin snorted in dissatisfaction, but Dazai pretended not to hear him and dragged Nakahara Chuuya, who was stunned after seeing the pianist, to sit down.

"It's okay. I just got here too." Ozaki Koyo was quite skilled in smoothing things over for these immature men and nipping a possible storm in the bud.

At the same time, feeling the burning gaze on him, the pianist who had closed his eyes to rest suddenly opened his eyes, and found that it was Chuuya who was staring at him: Oh, it's Chuuya, then there's nothing to worry about.

When Douma's main character came out, the five executives were seen interacting with each other in the same way as usual. Well...if you exclude the fact that Dazai looked at him as if he wanted to see through him today, and Chuuya, who was no longer as active as usual and almost stared through the pianist.

The strange behavior of Shuanghei made Douma feel a little uncomfortable throughout the meeting. He looked back and forth between the two with a suspicious look. He reluctantly waited until everyone left after the discussion was over before he spoke up to keep the two people: "Dazai, Chuuya, you two stay for a while."

"Yes, boss." The two said in unison, the difference was that Dazai Osamu's answer was very straightforward, while Nakahara Chuuya seemed a little reluctant when calling him boss.

For a moment, Douma had the same strange feeling he had when he faced Atsushi in the morning. Something was wrong... as if something was really wrong.

Suspicion is an emotion that cannot be concealed in front of smart and perceptive people. Even the slightest tendency made Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya realize that they were suspected.

Unlike Nakajima Atsushi, who has average stress resistance, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya exchanged a quick glance, and then nothing else happened. They faced Douma's suspicion calmly, as the worst that could happen was that they would be exposed as not being themselves, and then embark on a journey to be hunted down by the port mafia. (bushi)

Nakajima Atsushi covered his vest with trepidation: ??? Being hunted by the port mafia is not a big deal? ???

"You are a little different today." Douma walked up to the two of them. The distance was enough for him to tell whether there was any problem with Nakahara Chuuya and Dazai Osamu in front of him.

The closer they got, the stronger the overbearing scent that belonged to Chuuya Nakahara became, while Dazai Osamu was as inanimate as ever, without any scent emanating from him. Douma carefully distinguished the scent lingering around his nose, and finally made the same judgment as in the morning.

Although these two people acted strangely today, they were not replaced or ambushed. Douma, who believed in the instinct of the cannibal, thought so.

"Hahaha - maybe it's just too much work." Dazai Osamu faced Douma's sharp gaze, ignored the chill spreading in his back, smiled nonchalantly, and tried to get benefits for himself and Chuuya: "I'm really too tired recently, can we take a day off?"

After hearing Dazai Osamu's request for leave, Douma carefully recalled his recent work arrangements, and then found out with a guilty conscience that the workload seemed to be a little bit too much.

While Douma is thinking, the shell, which is very misleading to strangers, begins to exert its due power, adding a sense of weirdness to the silent meeting room.

Dazai Osamu, who was unable to read Douma's thoughts, had sweat on his forehead. Seeing this, Nakahara Chuuya, who was standing beside him, tensed his muscles and was ready to take Dazai Osamu out to kill at any time.

When everything reached a critical point, a gentle, tender, yet cold and ruthless voice suddenly sounded in their ears: "Okay, enjoy your vacation."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere that was gradually developing in a bad direction was immediately broken, but in Dazai Osamu's eyes, Douma's eyes when he turned and left were full of deep meaning, and a sense of enlightenment surged in his heart: they were seen through, but the other party just didn't bother to expose it.

Douma: ??? It’s not that I don’t have it, don’t talk nonsense!

After a long while, Nakahara Chuuya slowly exhaled and said in a serious tone: "He is very strong. Very strong."

"Ah." Dazai nodded in agreement, and then stopped dwelling on the matter.

Since the other party did not intend to pursue the matter further, they should pretend that they did not know that he already knew. Although he did not know when they could go back, Dazai had a hunch that they would not stay here for long, and the best option was for everyone to live in peace.

For the rest of the trip, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya did not travel together. They each had their own regrets to make up for, so they soon parted ways, one went to find Odasaku, and the other went to the flag society's fixed activity room.

"Want to go to Lupin for a drink now?" Oda Sakunosuke looked at the sun outside and compromised helplessly: "Okay, if you want to do it now."

Seeing Odasaku nod in agreement, Dazai Osamu jumped up and cheered childishly, "Great, let's go!"

"Come to think of it, we haven't gotten together for a long time. I'll give Ango a call to see if he has time to get together." As he said that, Oda Sakunosuke took out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.

Dazai Osamu, who had been cheering just now, suddenly became quiet, and trembled his lips a few times, as if he wanted to speak to stop it but ultimately did not speak.

In this world that doesn't end in tragedy, it seems good that the trio is resurrected for a limited day. Thinking of this, after the call was connected, Dazai Osamu asked Sakaguchi Ango to put down the pile of work and show up at the old place within 30 minutes.

As always, Sakaguchi Ango acted as the sarcasm leader of the trio, and sarcastically said, "Hey, Dazai, is it really okay for you to be so overbearing? I'm from the Special Powers Division."

Dazai Osamu did not give a direct answer, but asked: "What do you think, Ango?"

"Okay, okay, I can never beat you in an argument." Sakaguchi Ango raised his hands helplessly in surrender.

Oda Sakunosuke, whose phone was stolen, couldn't help but smile warmly as he listened to the quarrel between his two friends.