Mori Chef's self-cultivation

The word "abandonment" successfully changed the expression of the white-haired boy.

But different from what Kurihara expected, he didn't have any resentment and resentment, but stared at himself quietly with a pair of eyes that had lost their luster.

It looked like a homeless stray cat in a storm.

"Mr. Dazai...he's not that kind of person."

Not knowing whether it was to comfort himself or because he was afraid that his long-lost friends might misunderstand, Atsushi Nakajima habitually buried half of his face in his collar, and added in a low voice: "Although he has indeed left, it is not you. The reason I thought..."

It seems that because of lack of confidence, he fell silent while talking, and started a new round of autistic mode.

There is no way, no matter how much you argue, you can't change the sad situation right now—it's not just him alone, but the entire port mafia, and even the whole world.

It is obviously not possible for him to accept such a cruel reality calmly.He even kept thinking about it, thinking that if he could refuse the other party's order, directly drag the person off the roof, or simply let himself jump instead, it would be better to live in guilt for the rest of his life.

You really are a cruel yet gentle type, Dazai-san.

"Alright alright~"

Seeing him standing still like a wooden stake, Kurihara She immediately suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, returned to a relaxed state to adjust the atmosphere, patted him on the shoulder and invited: "Isn't there a saying that calls you drunk?" Let me relieve my worries, why don't you just come and have a drink?"

"...Eh, I don't know how, whoa—?!"

Even though he joined the mafia and had done a lot of work with blood on his hands, the boy who was still a good boy couldn't help but panic. In the end, he was not refused by him, so he was forcibly abducted by the people around him and rushed to the room that was about to be shared by the two of them.

Even with his well-trained physique, he could not help but feel dizzy and dizzy when moving at high speed, his footsteps are sloppy, and his stomach bag that has not eaten for a day also churns.

On the other hand, the tycoon in women's clothing wearing high heels ran fast and steadily, showing off the demeanor of the same kind (?) snapping up limited luxury goods, and even kicking open the door seemed extremely wild and unrestrained. lost momentum.

However, judging from the pinkish interior of the house, there is a subtle contrast between the two.

——Which one is the real character, or... have you let yourself go completely?

Because there are so many things to complain about, Atsushi Nakajima doesn’t know where to start, so he can only silently support the wall to adjust his breathing, trying to adapt to the new style of his childhood friend who seems to have a genetic mutation.

"In order not to delay the evening arrangement..."

Kurihara, who also tried to coordinate the nature of emphasizing sex over friends, closed the door casually, creating a private conversation atmosphere, and then took out a few bottles of beer that he had kept privately and handed them over, "I can't take you to a real bar to relax. Let's go."

"...It's okay, it's already good."

Seeing the contraband that the orphanage expressly banned fell into his own hands, the corners of the mouth of the titular mafia "villain" twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity of role inversion.

Compared to him, the guy in front of him seems to be more careless?

——Obviously when they were young, they all played the obedient card...

Recalling the days when the two of them were imprisoned together, he couldn't help but feel like a world away, and couldn't help but smile wryly, "I never dreamed that one day we would meet like this..."

"That's the cruelty of growing up."

As if he didn't hear what he was full of, the pink-haired boy shook the beer can in his hand, and led the topic with a smile: "Neither you nor I have the ability to peek into the future trajectory~"

——But that's not the reason why you look crooked...

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but choked up speechless, so he had to silently take a few sips of wine.

The bitter taste spreads along the taste buds, and turns into a wonderful aftertaste in the throat, but it takes care of the type who has never drank, and does not expose his shameful side.

However, such a mild illusion can easily confuse people, causing him to drink a whole can without knowing it, and enter a slightly drunk state.

Once alcohol gets on the brain, it can open up almost everyone's chatterbox.

Naturally, he was no exception, so he took the initiative to pick up another can of beer, and murmured to himself while drinking: "There are people who can peep... Or should I say, change the future..."

"Is it the so-called fortune teller?"

Kurihara saw that he was getting better and better, so he got closer, and deliberately continued the cliché in a gag way, "If it is 100% accurate, I really want to try it--hmm, it really is from Let's start with love!"

As he spoke, the pink-haired boy, who seemed to be crazy about love, chuckled, obviously thinking of some terrible picture.

Of course, the content had to be kept secret, otherwise his friend would immediately act as an envoy of justice and send him to the nearest police station after hearing this.

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Fortunately, Atsushi Nakajima didn't know the inside story, and he was immersed in his own emotions and couldn't extricate himself, so he temporarily ignored his expression, shook his head inarticulately and denied: "It's something far higher than supernatural powers, and even has the ability to rewrite , the power of fate..."

"Could it be Aladdin's lamp or Dragon Ball?"

If you don't understand the honest nature of the other party, Kurihara Kozo will not believe a word, and listen to it as a drunkard's drunken words-after all, this kind of line is really out of the middle two breath.

Although he himself is a supernatural being, and can be regarded as an existence like an urban legend in the mouths of ordinary citizens, it does not mean that he must have a positive attitude towards illusory things.

There is no way, contemporary street scammers emerge in endlessly like crucian carp crossing the river.

For example, he was accosted by a stranger before, saying that he was destined to be with him, and if he didn't get married, he would die on the street soon and other threatening remarks.

In this regard, he has the right to do good deeds every day, directly knocking people out with a kind smile, and then helping to change into women's clothes and throwing them into the dark alley, waiting for the same bad-hearted gangsters to pick up the corpses and drag them away .

As for what happens next, it has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, the guy who persecutes the girl by improper means and the guy who takes advantage of others are both scum, and the ending is nothing more than hurting each other, which is not worthy of sympathy.

Although he was about to attack Dean Mori, he didn't seem to have the qualifications to comment on others.

In short, he is an outright egoist + pragmatist, just don't mess with him.

His childhood friend has not updated his level of danger, and now he is still muttering to himself in a low voice: "In order to ensure its safety, the world, and its normal operation... Mr. Dazai paid the price of his life." ..."

The young man who never left his adopter was sobbing, his whole body trembling because of this, venting the sadness deep in his heart, where there is no demeanor of the "white death" in the Tao, he is just a poor person who has lost his relatives.

Observing his words and deeds, Kurihara finally dispelled the speculation of abandonment, raised his hand to stroke his fluffy white hair, and softly comforted him: "Sounds really great, Mr. Dazai."

"He's really a, woo, very, very, very good person..."

The tip of Atsushi Nakajima's nose was sour, and his voice was full of heavy crying, like a child eager to get approval from others, repeating monotonous rhetoric constantly.

Probably in his cognition, no one can compare with Osamu Dazai who has already committed suicide.

Death is the best way to remember and beautify a person.

The pink-haired boy in women's attire silently turned the beer can that he had barely drunk, and thoughtfully left him a quiet space, allowing him to release his suppressed emotions for a long time.

Coincidentally, Kurihara Wataru also considered a similar approach.

If he tried everything, but accidentally got a bad result with a one in ten million probability, and failed to win the person he likes, he would not mind playing a set of death tactics, completely engraving his own shadow into the opponent's body. The soul cannot be freed throughout its life.

It's so simple to die, it's the living who suffer the most.

So from his point of view, no matter how many things the man named Osamu Dazai has done to benefit others, his essence is still the same as him, a guy who is extremely selfish.

——Fortunately, the two of them have never met, otherwise they would definitely repel each other.

The low sobbing sound continued for quite a while, and vaguely, he found the word "book" repeatedly appearing from the other party's mouth, but he couldn't understand the truth. To satisfy his curiosity, he So he squatted down, secretly catching keywords and connecting them.

"Book" is the culprit who indirectly killed Osamu Dazai.

The existence of "books" is very important.

The "book" cannot fall into the wrong hands, otherwise it will bring crisis to the world.

""Book"……"

After thinking about it, he easily recognized an incredible reality, and he asked his drunken friend for proof: "It's what you mean, the special person who is above all supernatural beings and can change the future." props?"

"That's true, but how do you know..."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was drunk, woke up suddenly, his red eyes widened suddenly, and without caring about etiquette, he quickly reached out and grabbed his shoulder and shook him vigorously.

"Forget it quickly! Forget it! Please! Otherwise, it will bring disaster to you! I don't want to watch accidents happen to people I care about!"

——Once three or more people know the truth about the "book" at the same time, the world will become unstable, and the world may be destroyed before the "book" is used.

Mr. Dazai's last exhortations are still in his ears, gradually overlapping with the scene at this moment, making his sense of despair reach its peak.

The author has something to say: Dun: This time I will jump first! (actively climbing the window

Little Lizi: ...I live on the first floor, so it's fine if you don't want to come down.

Jae, the leader of this world, is hopeless for the time being (I can’t bear to close my eyes

I saw a lot of babies talking about the issue of Dean Sen raising a wife for the leader Sen. In fact, it was Mr. CP Sen, but it was not decided which Sen was CP. It still depends on the development of the relationship. Who will raise whom? Surely ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Anyway, CP must be Mr. Mori!Um!

感谢在2020-11-0722:19:44~2020-11-1220:09:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!