Chapter 135

"Where do you want to start? The dungeon, the abandoned platform, the underground cave, the small garden, or the ward?"

Dazai Osamu's words were vague, but his tone was extremely relaxed, without any hesitation.

His words involuntarily brought Kono Seiryoshi back to his memories, and his mind was in a trance.

It's strange, he is the one who is closer to the past, why does Dazai remember it more clearly?

Do brainiacs need to remember even this kind of thing...?

While he was lost in his memories, Dazai Osamu loosened the shackles on his waist, and his hands moved up along his slender waistline, lingering for a long time on the exposed white skin between his neck.

In the dim environment without any warm light, the young man's light grey hair was almost silver-white. He gently pushed aside the slightly longer hair on the side of his head, revealing an excessively beautiful face without missing a single detail.

One is reluctant to take his eyes away, fearing that it might break or shatter if he touches it too hard, yet it is difficult to suppress the urge to leave a mark.

It is similar to, yet different from, the boy Kimino Mutsu who remains forever seventeen.

Dazai Osamu had thought countless times about "what he would look like if he grew up", and would stare at a blank drawing board for hours, but he would always give up his ideas when he was about to finish the last stroke, and would never learn from his mistakes next time.

Now that he has finally understood, he can't help but find his past self ridiculous - he couldn't draw it even if he spent his entire life.

"So this is the way it should be."

"This is the only way to do it."

He should be happy, but he was filled with sadness and jealousy that seemed to be overflowing from every pore.

Dazai Osamu murmured inaudibly: "...Is this what Chuuya thought the illusion was like?"

What would happen if he was the first person to see it in person?

Kouno Seiryoshi was called back from his memories: "...What?"

He just raised his head slightly and saw his reflection in the other person's eyes clearly. He was stunned and stepped back subconsciously. The hard touch reminded him that this way was a dead end.

Dazai Osamu chuckled at the right time, and the brief gloom on his body instantly receded like a tide. "Have you thought about it, or do you think it doesn't matter which one you choose?"

The topic returned to normal. Kono Seiryoshi avoided his gaze and said, "Sorry... I can't choose."

If we judge based on the value of intelligence, we can rank the issues in order of importance, but when it comes to emotions, I am afraid even the individual himself may find it difficult to make a decision.

The soft hair scratched his neck. Gongye Shengliang was still thinking. His body shook reflexively and then froze, not daring to move.

"It doesn't matter," Dazai Osamu's warm breath hit his collarbone, his voice full of smile, "You can start from somewhere else."

"For example, some things in the past that you don't know about."

"When you were still in the ward, the doctor gave you an undeveloped drug for treatment, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gongye Shengliang immediately recalled the doctor's warning at that time.

He had taken a lot of different drugs while lying in bed, but there was one that was very special. The doctor had repeatedly stressed to him that the side effects were as strong as the efficacy of the drug, but at the time, he could block out the pain and knew he would not live long, so he used it without hesitation.

Is there any hidden secret about that medicine...?

Dazai straightened his upper body, distanced himself from him, and put his hand back on his waist. "I'll ask the doctor for it."

“But the doctor wouldn’t give it to me.”

His eyelashes drooped with regret, then raised and blinked, his eyes sparkling in the darkness, "So I made a portion myself according to the recipe."

When Dazai Osamu said the first sentence, Kono Seira's eyes widened inexplicably, and even his pupils were shaking uncontrollably. He looked at the smiling black-haired young man in front of him and felt strange for no reason.

A short chuckle rang out from the completely stagnant air.

Dazai Osamu's tone was full of complacency and boasting, like a child who got a perfect score on an exam and asked for a reward. He leaned over and rubbed the tip of the nose of the person in his arms affectionately, and complained softly, "It hurts so much. The medicine didn't kill me even though it hurts so much. What a loss."

"Why do you want to do this?" Kono Seiryo turned his head away from him, his voice filled with anger. "Why do you have to mess around with your own body?"

As soon as he moved, he realized that not only was there no way to retreat, but even his knees were trapped in the middle. If he wanted to leave, he could only push the person away from the front.

"Aren't you doing the same thing? In that case, would it be better for me to be closer to you?"

How can it be the same? Besides, he doesn't feel anything!

Not wanting to continue the meaningless entanglement, Gongye Shengliang raised his hand to his chest with great effort, trying to push him away, but Dazai Osamu did not move at all, groaned, and hugged him even tighter.

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

After all, his strength is above the adult standard, it's definitely not his problem!

[System!] He was furious, [Is there any Hercules medicine!]

The system that had just turned on after hearing the call was late. As soon as it came online, it saw such an explosive scene. The whole world was immediately shocked: [Calm down first! His coordinates are still white, and there is no hostility at the moment! ]

[I know he doesn’t,] Kono Seiryoshi took a deep breath, [I do.]

[I really want to beat him up, but I can't. Can you turn into a physical form and punch him?]

Light ball: [? ? ? ]

How come my contractor has become like this after not seeing him for a few hours? ! Dazai, what did you do!!!

Unfortunately, Dazai Osamu couldn't hear its silent cry. He quietly compared their heart rates, his eyes returned to calm, and he said to himself: "'Seira', is this how it is written?"

He pried open Kono Seiryoshi's clenched fingers one by one, and wrote hiragana on the palm of his hand with his fingertips, then wrote two Chinese characters and carefully added a question mark.

"No." Gong Ye Shengliang said patiently, "Let me go first, and I will tell you."

Dazai Osamu's answer was straightforward: "No."

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

He made up his mind, held down Dazai Osamu's bandaged palm, quickly wrote down the correct way to write it, and took advantage of the other party's slight distraction to push away the other elbow and struggled out of the gap.

Now it's time to thank him for having more strokes in his name...

Kono Seira stood two steps away, feeling mixed emotions, and looked down at Dazai Osamu. At this moment, the other party also looked at him, with a hint of absent-mindedness still remaining between his eyebrows.

He was still in the posture of being pushed away, sitting on the floor, the hem of his sand-colored windbreaker was wrinkled, the bandage and bow tie at his collar were no longer neat, with the confusion on his face and the dormitory behind him that had become a dangerous building, he looked like a typical vulnerable victim.

Most of Kono Seiryoshi's anger disappeared, and turned into a deeper level of helplessness and depression.

He knew from a long time ago that he was not suitable to be anyone's life mentor and could only rely on his intuition in many cases.

For example, right now, he sighed with a headache, stretched out his hand to Dazai Osamu, and wanted to pull him up, "Did you see it clearly just now? Name."

The black-haired young man stared at him for a long time without saying anything, and then shifted his gaze from his face to his palm, and replied in a low voice: "I'll remember it."

"Saint Leo"

He reached out his hand and gently grasped the soft fingertips. He was not in a hurry to stand up, but slowly and seriously wrote a word on the palm of his hand.

"rule"

Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes and said in a brisk voice: "In exchange, my name will be given to Shengliang."

Does this custom still exist in Yokohama?

Gong Ye Shengliang was a little confused, but still nodded: "Okay, I remember it."

"That..."

The door of the next room opened a crack, revealing the cautious face of Nakajima Atsushi, "Need my help - Woohoo!"

He was shocked by the terrible state of the room. "Is it too late to fix it now? It's too late!"

The holes in the door could be blocked with waste newspapers, but the tatami had been overturned, leaving no place to rest in the already cramped room.

"I'm sorry," Kono Seiryoshi said, trying to hide the embarrassment on his face, "...I will compensate you."

Nakajima Atsushi sweated on his forehead. "Well, I don't think it's your fault. Work injury can be covered with insurance money."

Since the person who came was an officer of the Port Mafia, Nakahara Chuuya, maybe there was some personal grudge involved...

Thinking of this, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but secretly glance at his predecessor.

Dazai Osamu had regained his composure, as if the fact that he had nowhere to stay tonight had nothing to do with him. He put one hand in his pocket and the other hand in -

In! Hold! Hand!

Nakajima Atsushi's pupils tremble.

His eyes moved upwards along the position where the two were holding hands, and he saw Mr. Kono, whom he met today, frowning and observing the situation in the dormitory. He noticed his gaze and looked over with concern: "What's wrong?"

Dazai Osamu also turned his head and commented: "You look like you've seen a ghost, Atsushi."

The performances of these two people were more frank than the other. When looking at them together, Nakajima Atsushi felt that he was a little idiot for trying to intervene.

A drop of sweat dripped down his forehead and he shook his head frantically: "It's okay, it's okay."

Dazai suddenly realized, "Atsushi, is this what you want to ask?" He shook his clasped hands towards Nakajima Atsushi and sighed in worry, "My hands were stained with glue when I was cleaning the room. It was too late and the water supply in the dormitory was cut off. When Kouno-kun was helping me wipe it, it accidentally became like this."

“Eh—eh?! Is that so?”

Having seen Dazai Osamu bluffing too many times, Nakajima Atsushi didn't dare to believe the explanation and subconsciously asked Kono Seiryoshi. He intuitively felt that the latter was more trustworthy.

A slight blush appeared on the young man's beautiful face. He bit his lip and nodded with great difficulty.

"!"

Nakajima Atsushi lowered his head in shame and reflected deeply.

"Atsushi-kun," Dazai Osamu's voice came from the other end, "Can you please go down and get a basin of water?"

"Okay, Mr. Dazai, I'll go right away!"

Kono Seiryoshi stole a glance at Nakajima Atsushi's back as he stomped down the stairs, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It feels so sinful to deceive an innocent boy, so what's the problem with sending the others away?

But that's not all.

He humbly asked Dazai Osamu: "When does the glue melt?"

"Although I really want to say it's not bad to stay like this forever..."

Dazai Osamu murmured, and his eyelids lifted, reflecting the rare quiet night.

"Spend the night with me first."

In the night, there is a golden crescent moon floating.