Chapter 231 The Third Player

"Dazai-kun, can you still walk?"

"It seems a bit difficult, can Mr. Mochizuki help me?"

"I think Zhongyuan Jun beside you might be more competent."

“Well, Chuuya is injured too, so I guess we’ll have to ask Mochizuki-sensei for help after all!”

Two voices rang in my ears. One was a cheerful and lively young boy's voice, which was obviously Dazai Osamu's. The other voice was deep and magnetic, with an elegant and calm tone. It was the voice of the purple-haired uncle wearing glasses - no, he had taken off his glasses a long time ago.

Nakahara Chuuya came back to his senses from his tangled and confused thoughts and raised his head. Before he could come to a conclusion, he saw Saikai Haruto already walking in front of him. At this time, he lowered his head and it was unknown what he was talking about with that cunning bastard Dazai Osamu - Hey, he put his glasses on again?

It seemed that his conversation with Rimbaud had come to an end.

Nakahara Chuuya just heard Dazai Osamu calling his name, and then he saw the guy called "Mr. Mochizuki" turned around and asked him calmly: "Nakahara-kun, are you seriously injured just now?"

Nakahara Chuuya couldn't stand hearing this, and immediately retorted loudly: "Of course not, it's just a minor injury to me! I'm not like that guy Dazai——"

——Speaking of Dazai Osamu, what about that guy?

He turned to look for Dazai Osamu, and then saw that the guy had inexplicably fallen to the ground again, looking like he was going to faint and die in the next second. The look in his eyes was full of condemnation... Seeing this, the corners of Nakahara Chuuya's mouth twitched, and he even forgot what he was about to say.

"Hey, Dazai, what are you doing?"

Not long after Mochizuki Kaoru threw Dazai Osamu on him, Nakahara Chuuya threw him aside - just kidding, this guy wasn't hurt at all. It was him who was fighting with Rimbaud. Dazai was just stabbed twice with a sickle by the former leader of the port mafia who had died long ago...ah, now he should be called the former former leader. Anyway, why did he need him to hug him?

When Kaoru Mochizuki and Rimbaud were fighting, the two of them stood aside and "watched" - originally he wanted to help Kaoru Mochizuki fight Rimbaud, but was stopped by Dazai Osamu's gang.

Because of some previous bets that he lost... In short, at present, Nakahara Chuuya has no choice but to obey Dazai Osamu's "orders". So Nakahara Chuuya is really just "watching the game".

He remembered that the bandage-wearing bastard was standing here just now... but now he looked like he was about to die. This was too fake, wasn't it? Did he think no one would notice?!

"Dazai-kun said he was seriously injured and unable to move. Can you please help him, Nakahara-kun?"

——Why did someone actually believe it?!

"Huh? I don't want to get hit!" Dazai Osamu shouted as soon as Xi Haiqingdou finished speaking.

Nakahara Chuuya subconsciously responded with an equally loud retort: ​​"Who do you think wants to help you?"

"Wait, is it over?" Nakahara Chuuya realized it belatedly, still a little unconvinced: "Don't we need to fight again?"

"No need." Saikai Haruto said, "Rampo has promised me that he will not hunt Dazai-kun anymore. The matter has been resolved, so there is no need to fight again."

As he finished speaking, the pale golden subspace around him disappeared.

The blue sky spread outward, the sunlight fell on them, and they reappeared outside Rimbaud's house.

Xi Haiqingdou turned his head. Not far from him, on a piece of ruined soil, a beautiful narrow-necked glass bottle with a hanging bell inserted in it was placed intact in a small, light golden sub-space cube. The hanging bell quietly stretched out its leaves.

He walked over, bent down, picked up the vase again, and handed it to Rimbaud.

"This was originally intended as a gift for you, and now it seems like it can still be given away."

He asked, "I forgot to ask you, Rambo-kun, what are your plans for the future?"

Rimbaud took the vase from Saikai Haruto's hand and shook his head hesitantly.

"I... haven't thought about it yet."

He hesitated and spoke slowly: "It was Paul and I's mission to bring Chuuya back to France, but he betrayed me at the last minute. I didn't expect...he survived. He didn't die. I thought I had killed him. Next...I might plan to find him first."

Although he said this, his eyes were still full of confusion.

Nakahara Chuuya yelled at him, "Don't even think about it, uncle. I'm not going to France with you!"

Rimbaud did not answer.

"I've said before, there's something wrong with your memory, Rambo-kun." Saikai Haruto smiled at him, "How can you guarantee that the other memories you're thinking of now are also true and not false?"

"Why not wait until your memory is fully restored and no longer confused before thinking about it." He said, "Otherwise, if you make a decision rashly, you may regret it in the future."

"Like Chitose Yuuki?" asked Rimbaud.

——Is it like in "Amnesia" where Chitose Yuuki killed the Miyazaki siblings, but felt regret after regaining her memory?

There was no need for Xihai Qingdou to answer. He seemed to have understood something and nodded at Xihai Qingdou, then bowed slightly in greeting.

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Mochizuki."

"No need to thank me, this is all your own decision, Rambo-kun."

Saikai Haruto also answered with a smile.

In fact, I was at a loss inside.

...Huh? What did you understand? What does this have to do with "Yuuki Chitose"? How did the topic suddenly jump to "Yuuki Chitose"?

Fortunately, Rimbaud seemed to have convinced himself, and there was no need for him to explain anything further. Saikai Haruto breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and walked in front of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya.

Dazai Osamu had a calm smile on his face and just looked at him without saying a word.

Nakahara Chuuya was the first to break the silence, unable to bear it any longer. The young man crossed his arms and said, "Uncle Liar, you came at the right time - I'm leaving now, and I'll leave this thing to you."

"'Uncle Liar'?" Xi Haiqing Dou pointed at himself in confusion: "Are you talking about me, Zhongyuanjun? I'm not a liar."

"Who said it wasn't? You clearly lied to me before and said you were just an ordinary person, right?" Zhongyuan Zhong said dissatisfiedly: "You not only know this bandage bastard, but also know that uncle Lan Tang, and you have supernatural powers. How can you be an ordinary person?"

"So you still remember me, Zhongyuan-kun. But my name is Mochizuki Kaoru." Xihai Qingdou was quite surprised.

"It would be strange if you forgot it, right?" Nakahara Chuuya complained, "After all, you really look strange. I remember your name, you said it."

Nakahara Chuuya had met Saikai Haruto before—more than a year ago.

At that time, he was still the leader of the "Sheep"... Shirase and his friends once accidentally mistook him for a member of the Mafia and wanted to rob him in revenge, but they ended up being subdued by the Mafia and were almost sent to the Yokohama Police Department.

When he arrived, there was almost a misunderstanding and a fight between them. Fortunately, the misunderstanding was cleared up in time and the fight didn't really break out... At that time, he really thought that he was just an ordinary person without any special abilities.

Because some of the words said by "Mochizuki Kaoru" at that time were so sharp, Nakahara Chuuya was deeply impressed by him, which is why he remembered who he was when he first saw him.

Xihai Qingdou laughed dumbly.

"Who said that if you have special abilities, you can't be an ordinary person?" He asked Zhongyuan Chuuya, and said slowly: "Besides, Zhongyuan-kun, you didn't even ask me if I had special abilities at that time."

"Ramba-kun was my former neighbor. As for Dazai-kun, we didn't have much contact before. Today is only the third time I've seen him."

——But generally speaking, no one with special abilities would think that they are still ordinary people, right? Nakahara Chuuya was confused.

"Wait a minute, it's only the third time we met, have you decided to help him?" Nakahara Chuuya reminded him: "Hey, Dazai is a very cunning guy, don't let him fool you."

"That's too much. You're saying bad things about me to Mochizuki-sensei in front of me again. Do you think I can't hear you, Chuuya?"

Dazai Osamu, who had been sitting on the ground without saying anything, suddenly said quietly, "I will never deceive Mr. Mochizuki. Besides, didn't Chuuya come to save me after only knowing me for a day or two?"

Nakahara Chuuya immediately said in a bad mood: "Huh? You still have the nerve to say that? I was obviously tricked by you, right?"

"Because Dazai-kun just asked me for help."

Saikai Haruto repeated his previous explanation and asked, "So now, what are you going to do, Chuuya-kun?"

"I have done what I promised. The rest has nothing to do with me." Nakahara Chuuya put his hands in his pockets and turned around coolly, leaving only his back to Saikai Haruto and Dazai Osamu: "Anyway, I'm leaving first. I'll leave this bastard to you--"

"Now there are only two of us left here, Mr. Mochizuki."

Dazai stared at him and said softly, "Mr. Mochizuki, are you going to leave me here alone? No one will see me anyway."

Saikai Haruto reached out and pulled Dazai Osamu up from the ground.

"Is that true?"

He suddenly raised his lips and smiled. "Dazai-kun, can you still move?"

Dazai Osamu stood up from the ground with his force and shook his head, not knowing which of his questions he was answering.

"Since you are so seriously injured, do you need to come to my house to recuperate? I guess it is not convenient for you to go to the hospital right now, Dazai-kun. I have some medicine at home, which should be enough."

Xi Hai Qing Dou asked again.

Then he said to himself, "But I think you should be able to walk on your own, Dazai-kun."

Dazai Osamu's calm appearance was finally shattered, and genuine surprise appeared on his face.

"Didn't Mr. Randou tell you, Mr. Mochizuki, that I killed the former leader of the Port Mafia?"

"I did say that, what's wrong?"

"...Even so, Mr. Mochizuki, are you still going to take me home? There will be a lot of trouble, right? Mr. Mochizuki hates trouble, right?"

"I would be in trouble if I didn't take you back." Sai Hai Qing Dou said.

"If there is nothing wrong with my memory, I remember that I have answered this question three times - because you asked me for help before, Dazai-kun."

For some reason, Dazai Osamu suddenly fell silent.

"Dazai-kun, do you know me well?"

Xi Hai Qing Dou glanced at him. The boy was dressed in black, staggering as he walked side by side with him. His clothes were covered in black and gray, making him look dirty. If the wounds on his body were not treated in time and he continued to walk like this instead of stopping, the wounds that had not yet healed but just stopped bleeding would easily break open again and continue bleeding. But Xi Hai Qing Dou just walked leisurely beside him, without any intention of picking him up or carrying him on his back.

He was amused and laughed sincerely: "It seems that Dazai-kun still doesn't know me very well - do you think I'm a good person?"

Although the glasses were still properly worn on his face, that elegant face was still filled with a hint of evil, just as when he took off the glasses. His long eyebrows were raised and the corners of his lips were upturned, which was completely different from his usual calm and indifferent look, yet still looked extremely harmonious, with no sense of disharmony at all - as if this expression was supposed to appear on this face.

Dazai Osamu's eyes widened.

"So--" Saikai Haruto asked again slowly and lazily, with a kind of inorganic coldness in his light gray eyes: "Dazai-kun, you haven't answered me yet. Do you want to stay at my house for a while?"