Zhongyuan Zhongya punched Huang Jie on the head unceremoniously: "Speak to me, you idiot!"

Nakahara Chuuya retracted his hand, stood up, grabbed his coat with one hand and looked at Dazai Osamu. I don’t know what consensus the two of them reached in the stare. Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue and waved to Arasuke: "Let's go!"

Nakahara Chuuya left the coffee shop directly and walked to the mission location to handle the work. When it was about to end, Nakahara Chuuya found a relatively clean wall and leaned up against it, lit a cigarette and began to zone out.

To be honest, I was really surprised when I first met the person who claimed to be "myself in the parallel world" and almost believed it.

but……

no the same.

Although his face is exactly the same and his general personality is similar, there is no way to hide the fact that he is not "Nakahara Chuuya".

Zhongyuan Zhong also recalled his previous conversation with that person. He had a very good memory and could perfectly restore every moment in his mind. If he didn't know himself well enough, he wouldn't have discovered so quickly. The man who called himself "Zhongyuan"

The young people in "Zhongyuan" will give corresponding answers and show corresponding emotions when talking about specific events. Those emotions are like being forced into them. What kind of emotions should Zhongyuan Zhongye have and what should he do?

His reactions were like a program being implanted in his brain, but other times he was as raw and indifferent as a child who had just entered the world.

Almost innocently cruel.

Nakahara Chuuya smacked his lips, took a long drag on the cigarette and flicked the ash. He had a headache and thought about what to do next. He couldn't let the boss know...at least, he couldn't let the boss know that he was not "Nakahara Chuuya".

Ah, that's enough trouble.

If that's really what he thinks, he must not let anyone else know.

Zhongyuan Zhongya rubbed his hair irritably. He still doesn’t know what happened to cause him to look like he is now. Heroic spirits don’t sound reliable at all. The only thing that is certain is that he cannot be exposed to the public now.

On the surface, some people cannot see that there are two "Zhongyuan Zhongye", and they are very busy now for the sake of unnecessary trouble.

Huangba Tu was agitated uneasily in his body, and he was not in a good mood either. Zhongyuan Zhong also bit his cheek and looked up at his subordinate who was walking towards him: "Is it over?"

The subordinate lowered his head respectfully, holding a small knife in his hand, which was still stained with blood. "Yes, the interrogation is over. Do you want to be spared alive?"

"Kill him directly. You don't need to worry about the betrayer. No," Zhongyuan Zhongya suddenly changed his words, "I'll do it. Give me the knife."

"Yes." The subordinate threw away the bloody knife in his hand, took out a clean knife from his pocket and handed it over, "Here you go."

Zhongyuan Zhongya reached out and took the knife, threw away the cigarette and crushed it, then turned and walked into the alley. He raised his black trench coat. He looked at the traitor on the ground and thought casually while stabbing,

It's not so much that identical people are attracted to each other, but rather... the elder's almost instinctive care and protection for the little cub?

Zhongyuan Zhongya accidentally thought of the word "Mom" and his face turned dark.

A scream rang out in the alley and then calmness returned. Several rustling sounds were heard. When the sun rose the next day, it was once again a hide-and-seek paradise for children.

After looking at Nakahara Chuuya's leaving figure for a while, Arasuke set his sights on Dazai Osamu.

"So, what are you going to say? You've been chatting for so long, you're very idle!" Arasuke looked impatiently at Dazai Osamu happily ordering a third cup of coffee, and asked viciously.

Osamu Dazai smiled at him and asked, "Chuuya, can you answer the question just now?"

"What's the problem?" Arasuke frowned and asked, looking extremely confused.

Dazai Osamu tilted his head and looked at Arrasuke. I don’t know how long it took, but he thought about something again in his mind. He stood up and waved his hand to Ararsuke: "Forget it, I know that the little slug has a small brain capacity, so I don’t expect it."

You drank too much coffee. I’m going to go to the toilet first. Please don’t run around~"

"Fuck you." Arasuke rolled his eyes.

Dazai Osamu shrugged and walked to the toilet. He turned around at an angle that Arasuke couldn't see. He looked like he was very skillful and entered a small cubicle. He hummed a song and took out his mobile phone to type on the keyboard. The corners of his mouth curled up.

He was smiling, his eyebrows and eyes hidden in the shadows, so he couldn't see clearly.

Arasuke watched Dazai leave, relaxed his back and leaned against the pillow, lowered his head and rolled up his gloves slightly. The traces of black markings hidden under the gloves and sleeves appeared in front of his eyes, and Arasuke chuckled softly.
Chapter completed!