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Osamu Dazai really planned to listen to Oda Sakunosuke and sleep.

He opened the secret door next to the chief's office. Inside was a small room with a bed. The bed was clean and there were no traces of use.

Oda Sakunosuke moved the chair in and placed it beside the bed, motioning Dazai Osamu to lie down on it, Sakaguchi Ango watched their movements, leaned against the door, looked at Oda Sakunosuke who supervised the sleep of the leader of the hostile forces, and felt that the world had become horrible so fast.

Osamu Dazai took off his long red scarf and put it aside, took off his long suit coat and threw it on the sofa beside him, wrapped himself in a quilt into a spring roll, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

After a few minutes, Osamu Dazai asked with his eyes closed, wrapped in a quilt,

"Odasaku, are you still there?"

"I'm still here." Oda Sakunosuke replied in his usual calm voice.

Ango Sakaguchi also pulled a chair and sat next to Sakunosuke Oda, closed the secret door without any hesitation, lowered his head and sent a message to Nakahara Nakaya with his mobile phone, reminding him to come in and deal with the documents on the leader's desk that he hadn't finished correcting yet. Zhong Yuanzhong also simply replied that he knew, and he seemed to have gotten used to it, and there was no disturbance at all.

After a while, Osamu Dazai asked softly, "Odasaku, are you still there?"

Oda Sakunosuke replied: "I am here."

A while later, when Ango Sakaguchi thought Dazai Osamu had fallen asleep, Dazai Osamu said again, "Are you still there?"

"I'm here."

Oda Sakunosuke replied.

As if finally relieved, Osamu Dazai was immersed in the darkness and did not ask any more questions.

Ango Sakaguchi pressed on the keypad of the mobile phone, turned off the screen after typing the last character, put the mobile phone in his pocket, and looked at Sakunosuke Oda, fearing that he would disturb Osamu Dazai, so he mouthed to Sakunosuke Oda,

'What are you going to do after that? '

Oda Sakunosuke raised his index finger in front of his lips, motioning for Ango Sakaguchi not to make mouth shapes, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it over, asking him to save the phone number and send text messages directly.

Ango Sakaguchi took the mobile phone and saved the phone number and handed it back. Seeing Sakunosuke Oda bow his head and start typing, he also took out his mobile phone and waited for Sakunosuke Oda to send a message.

'No plans, now that things have been made clear, let's try to be friends. '

Ango Sakaguchi typed back, 'Will you tell others? '

'Won't. '

'Will you get along well with Dazai? '

'meeting. '

'Would you trust him? '

'meeting. '

'Would you still point a gun at Dazai? '

'Won't. '

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Ango Sakaguchi, shook his head seriously and firmly, "I won't do that again. '

Ango Sakaguchi smiled at him, "I see, if possible, can I make friends with Ango Sakaguchi here?" '

Oda Sakunosuke glanced at Ango Sakaguchi in surprise.

'I'm not from this world, I strayed into this place because of an accident, and I will leave soon, I don't know exactly when. Ango Sakaguchi typed seriously, "On my side, the three of us are very good friends, Oda, if possible, can you get in touch with Ango Sakaguchi here?" '

'Maybe you will think that Ango Sakaguchi is also a good person. '

The young man with round glasses smiled at Sakunosuke Oda, showing an embarrassed expression, "Oda, I am looking forward to the day when you can become friends in this world, it must be a good weather, you get together Together, and clink glasses together. '

Oda Sakunosuke nodded to him.

After the heavy rain in Yokohama stopped, at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Dazai Osamu opened his eyes, blinked his eyes that were no longer dry after sleeping peacefully, and looked at Oda Sakunosuke who was sitting by the bed and was reading a book with his head down. Next to an empty chair.

"Did he go back?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "Going back."

"That's good." Osamu Dazai sat up, stared blankly at the empty chair, got up and put on a large suit coat, went to the bathroom to wash, then came out while wiping his hands with a paper towel, and put the used paper towel Throwing it into the trash can, he put on the long red scarf again.

Osamu Dazai asked, "Are you going back too, Odasaku?"

Oda Sakunosuke walked out of the room with him, and watched Dazai Osamu close the secret door, and Nakahara Chuya, who was skillfully correcting documents, was sitting behind the leader's desk, "I'm going back, the children are still waiting for me to have dinner together."

Nakahara Zhong also pretended that he didn't see anything, ignored the two guys who came out of the dark room, and looked at the document in his hand seriously.

"That's it," Dazai Osamu nodded, and smiled at Oda Sakunosuke, "Then, goodbye, Oda Saku."

"Want to come back to dinner with me?"

I don't know why, Oda Sakunosuke blurted out, and he simply invited directly, "I know a restaurant owner, and his spicy curry is delicious, do you want to come together?"

Nakahara Chuya raised his head immediately, and looked at Dazai Zhi with murderous eyes. If his eyes could be transformed into a sword, then Dazai Zhi would have already pierced his heart with thousands of swords.

Under Nakahara Nakahara's murderous eyes, Osamu Dazai thought for a while, then nodded and agreed, "Okay, I haven't eaten spicy curry yet."

"Boss, if you want to eat spicy curry, the chef at the harbor can make it right now, and you can dine with Mr. Oda."

"No—to—" Osamu Dazai dragged his voice, and he blinked at Zhongya Nakahara. At this moment, he was very much like himself when he was still young, with a youthful air that Chuya Nakahara hadn't seen for a long time. "I don't want it, Zhongya, you can eat it yourself, it's interesting to go out to eat."

"I think it's more interesting for you to be assassinated outside."

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, and he sighed. Although he said so, he waved his hands in the end and threatened, "If you are still clear-headed, you know that you don't want to die now, or I will poach the three of you." grave."

"Wow!"

Osamu Dazai shouted, "Chuya, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

"What's wrong with people like me, bastard! You forced them out! If you have the ability, don't go, you disgusting mackerel!!"

"No! I'm going! How did the slimy little slug talk to the leader!!"

The two of them quarreled like two naive elementary school students a long time ago, when Osamu Dazai was not the head of the port government, and Nakahara was not the top cadre of the port government when he was still a teenager.

Oda Sakunosuke rubbed his temples, feeling his ears buzzing, "Mr. Nakahara, why don't you come here too?"

"I do not want it!!"

"I reject!!"

The voices of Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya sounded at the same time, with the same disgusted expressions on their faces,

"I will definitely refuse to eat spicy curry with slimy little slugs!"

"Going to dinner with a disgusting mackerel as a guest makes me want to throw up!"

The two of them glared at each other, and Nakahara Nakahara waved his hand at Osamu Dazai in distaste like chasing flies, "Get out of my sight, I will pick you up at Mr. Oda's tomorrow morning, if you dare to take your phone Shut down and die."

Osamu Dazai let out a long, long "tch", and under the threat of Nakahara Chuya's sandbag fist, he left the harbor with Oda Sakunosuke.At this moment, the sky outside is already groggy, the moon is very bright, there are stars dotted around, and a slight wind blows.

"Oda Saku," Dazai Osamu asked as he walked beside Oda Sakunosuke, "Can we go out for a drink together in the future?"

"Ah, yes, after I get off work." Oda Sakunosuke nodded, he looked up at the night sky, where the stars were twinkling, "Let's go to the bar we used to go to, maybe we can meet Ango."

The two figures are getting farther and farther away from the harbor.

Maybe on a certain day, at a certain moment, in an ordinary evening after work, the two of them were chatting and drinking in the bar, casually talking about topics to pass the time, and then there was a movement at the door, and a strange and a familiar person walked in , he will wear round glasses, have a mole on the corner of his mouth, and carry a briefcase. When such a man walks in, he may talk about a glass of wine while walking, and make eye contact with them,

——Then, a new story begins.