After watching Bourbon and Scotland leave and closing the door, Shuji Tsushima put down the towel in his hand and collapsed on the bed.
Him in white clothes, him as a leader, him when Hong Kong was under threat, well...
Although there are many different images of Dazai Osamu in other worlds, but...
Three is enough.
And not all Osamu Dazai uses the same face.
If it were Osamu Dazai from another world...
Uchiha Dazai's script couldn't be staged.
He acted out Uchiha Dazai's plot with the same face, and others could guess that there was a deep relationship between them without him having to say anything.
After all, they have the same face, so it would be strange if they don't have a deep relationship.
People will always be convinced of their own guesses and the "truth" they discover.
He opened the closet and picked out new clothes. He looked at the black clothes in the closet with thoughtful eyes. He reached out and touched his chin with a meaningful smile.
"It's time to change into new clothes." He said, took out his mobile phone and called someone.
"I want to change all the clothes in the closet." He said to the person on the other side of the phone.
Not knowing what the other person replied, he hung up the phone expressionlessly, then lay back heavily on the bed, staring at the sky in a daze.
Bourbon and Scotland were sitting outside in the living room playing chess, something suitable for two people, and the only thing that could be found in the apartment was chess.
Because Tsushima Shuji always plays chess with himself.
"What are you going to do next?" The blond man raised the corner of his mouth and casually ate the white piece on the opposite side.
At this time, he no longer showed any impetuous, childish or irritable attitude. Instead, he looked calm and calm.
"Let's go like this." The man with black hair and blue eyes smiled gently, and swallowed a sunspot with a careless stroke.
The two of them went back and forth, and no one saw the silent exchange.
There was only a Shiba Inu and a calico cat in the audience.
The chess game is deadlocked, and no one is the winner.
"Another draw. I don't like draws." The blond man said while looking at the chessboard.
He prefers to be the only winner, just like when Scotland complained about him before, he said he was always very confident.
Bourbon is indeed very confident, confident to the point of arrogance.
The draw was really... an unpleasant result for him.
But because the opponent is Scotland, this result becomes acceptable.
After all, the two of them grew up together and had a lot of draws.
"If I keep losing, you won't want to play chess with me." Scotland said while putting the chess pieces back to their original positions.
He knew his friend well and would not be interested in something that already knew the outcome.
I like the unknown and excitement.
Therefore, the opponent especially likes to play with Kaa, because he often loses to Kaa, and the more he loses, the more he likes to play with Kaa.
I have to say that this kind of character of my friend does not sound normal in a certain way.
"There is no motivation to play a game that you know you will win." Bourbon simply replied to Scotland's question.
"Yeah, so how come Kaa is playing with you now?" Scotland shook his head, as if he was sincerely asking about this.
After all, Kaa has never lost every time.
The smile on Bourbon's face became a little forced.
"It's not necessarily that he will beat me every time..." He tried to retort.
"But you didn't win." Scotland's words were brief but very powerful.
Bourbon closed his mouth.
There happened to be a knock on the door, and the blond man stood up quickly and took the initiative to open the door, avoiding the words that people didn't know how to answer.
"Who could it be at this time?" He asked doubtfully, frowning at the unfamiliar face that appeared on the screen.
"Maybe you're here to find Kaa?" Scotland pretended that he didn't notice his friend's behavior of changing the topic, and answered the other party's words naturally.
"Is it Kaa or Shuji Tsushima?" Bourbon asked.
Just like Toru Amuro and Bourbon, we must use different attitudes towards people with different purposes.
"This..." Scotland glanced at the group of people in suits and ties outside the door.
"It's Tsushima Shuji, open the door." The black-haired boy with wild eyes walked out of his room, wearing simple black pajamas, as if he had no bones. He touched the edge of the sofa and sat down.
Bourbon and Scotland glanced at the boy and opened the door indifferently.
A group of people outside the door quickly walked in.
Carrying a small suitcase, he looked very professional.
Shuji Tsushima had no expression on his face and stood up as usual.
The man in a suit took out a measuring tape and measured Tsushima Shuji's figure.
Shoulder width, waist, leg circumference, chest circumference, leg length, height, arm span...
After recording the data one by one, he quickly left with the things.
He didn't say a word during this period, he was as quiet as a mute.
After they left, Shuji Tsushima fell on the sofa like a rag doll that had been discarded casually. He was quiet for a while and then let out a long sigh.
"It's so troublesome." He said in a melancholy tone.
"That group of people just now...were making clothes?" Scotland recalled the actions of those people and asked uncertainly.
Measuring people's bodies is very similar to those who make clothes, but... they dress very much like agents, police officers, FBI, or professional elites.
In short, he doesn't look like someone who makes clothes seriously.
"Don't judge a book by its cover, Scotland, they really make serious clothes." Shuji Tsushima looked at Scotland with disappointment and said.
How can you judge a book by its appearance? Why is it inappropriate to wear a suit?
"Like a cowherd." The blond man sneered.
Saobao.
"But you are also wearing suits, right?" Shuji Tsushima motioned Bourbon to look down at him, his eyes subtle.
Is the threshold for becoming a Cowherd so low? Just wear a suit and you can be a cowherd?
"Why did you suddenly think of making clothes? The clothes in your wardrobe..." Scotland was a little confused, and his eyes were a little uncertain.
Kaa's wardrobe is huge, really huge.
He has an entire cloakroom, three wardrobes, and three floor-standing clothes hangers. The black coat and white shirt alone occupy a wardrobe and clothes hangers.
The cloakroom is filled with brand-new clothes that even have labels, tags and anti-counterfeiting buckles.
As a result, Kaa had to find someone to make clothes?
"Because I don't like them anymore and don't want to wear them anymore. I want to change to new clothes." Shuji Tsushima said naturally, showing the face of a wicked rich man.
"...donate it." Bourbon said after a moment of silence.
If you don't wear it, donate it and use it to do good deeds. Maybe when you die and go to hell, you can save one layer.
"There are a total of eighteen levels of hell. From now on, you should accumulate more virtue for yourself and try to get down to the seventeenth level after death." He looked at Tsushima Shuji and said.
Shuji Tsushima tilted his head and looked at Bourbon subtly.
"The world is hell, and you will be on the rooftop after you die, so I don't need to accumulate virtue at all. I just need to wait for death easily." The young man with black hair and wild eyes said with a smile.
