Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

A dinner party, a torture.

Osamu Dazai unscrupulously demonstrated his unique aptitude.

The young child sat on the high chair, his face was immature, but hidden in the night.

Could it be possible that the words and sentences spit out from those lips were once favored by Satan?

The members of the organization who have witnessed this night with their own eyes will probably be afraid of the sight that sees people's hearts, the talent of manipulating people's hearts with breath, and the condescending aura of being in a high position for a long time. In the fear and covetousness, it is difficult to sleep overnight.

Presumably, it is no longer possible to treat "Dazai Osamu" as an ordinary eight-year-old boy.

then.

the next day.

— Osamu Dazai went on strike.

"I don't want it."

Dazai said.

In front of him is Qin Jiu who has already acknowledged the status of "heir" and is planning to make up lessons for the young master with amnesia: "..."

The silver-haired man, who hadn't been disobeyed in such a face-to-face way for some time (and recently for some reason, was always angered by his colleagues), had an obvious blue vein on his forehead.

You can't get angry with the young master.

You can't get angry with the young master.

Gin recited silently twice in his heart, and forced himself to reveal a friendly... kind... grin: "Stop losing your temper, young master," he tried not to grind his teeth, "The power of the organization is all over the world. If you don't understand, And how to manage it?"

It was the boy who gave him some contemptuous glances for no reason:

"Didn't you wear your ears last night?" Dazai said, "Or how about using your brain? I thought I made it clear enough."

The boy, who was short on time and only had time to get to know the so-called literary giant the day before, was visibly upset.

"The reason why you cooperated so much yesterday was to keep you from making noise while I was reading. I thought it would scare people away. Why, can't you bear it for a short period of time?" Dazai sneered:

"As expected of a greedy crow. Is that how you want to get me? Then you must have imagined the price if you offend me, right?"

Obviously, the old orange who cursed back to the world last time and tried to use "Dazai rule"... No, high-level people in the magic world, the final outcome.

How could it be possible for the dark organization to leave a heir with excellent qualifications and a final conclusion, and let him finish reading the book he wanted to read, turn around and commit suicide?

Dazai obviously understood the greed of these crows, and couldn't help but sneer.

"--Moreover."

Dazai said straightforwardly:

"I hate work the most!!!"

The tender voice of a child, in order to accentuate the tone, has also been specially accentuated.

………Who is it that has worked non-stop for four years……

For this question, the leader Dazai, who is still in a state of amnesia, cannot answer.

Influenced by the emotional young child's body, he even bulged his cheeks very dissatisfied.

Qin Jiu, who felt that his young master might lose his temper in the next second: "..."

The cold-blooded killer couldn't hold on any longer, and turned to ask for help.

"Belmode."

His tone was still cold.

The beautiful woman who folded her arms and watched the joke for a while, then smiled and walked over.

She obviously followed the route of Huairou, and chose to follow Dazai Osamu's wishes first.

Belmode found a large stack of documents from the desk and handed it to the boy:

"Don't be angry, young master," she said leniently, "I haven't cultivated my body well, so I shouldn't bother to deal with official duties. ——This part of the data belongs to the literary giant 'Dazai Osamu'."

On that glamorous face, there appeared a smile that seemed to mean something:

"Maybe. After reading this part, what can you recall related to this name?"

Hearing these words, Dazai sat on the chair and raised his head slightly, looking at Belmode.

"Also. If the young master wants to use organizational resources to collect the first editions, manuscripts, and writer's diaries of various books—such a thing is not impossible."

Belmode said again.

The smile on her face deepened slightly:

"Anyway, don't be so anxious to die. The future is still interesting, isn't it?"

"..." Dazai didn't reply.

The boy lowered his eyes and fell silent for a while, then slid off the seat with a stack of papers in his arms, slipped aside, and began to read hard by himself.

The remaining two adults stared at the small figure of the child in silence for a moment.

Today Dazai seems to be completely separated from last night, desperately showing his determination not to work, he didn't even wear the slightest expensive decoration that can show his status as a superior, just wearing a gray long-sleeved sweater and shorts and casually appeared up.

...It doesn't matter that Chianti, who was just threatened yesterday, stared at the boy in front of him who suppressed his aura and pretended to be cute, with an aggrieved expression on his face full of complaints.

And Dazai seemed to be particularly fond of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows that let in sunlight, reluctantly, after breakfast, he nimbly hid in the living room, occupying the entire sofa as a matter of course.

The boy was a small one, nestled on the sofa out of sight of the main entrance, not even showing the top of his hair.If it weren't for the fact that there was no one with bad eyesight, I'm afraid an ordinary person would have been deceived.

Gin, which has nothing to do with "ordinary people": "..." sighed.

Why restore the character of the "eight-year-old boy" in such small details, young master.

Comparing it with last night's performance, isn't it even more complicated.

The mood is eerily between annoyed and dumbfounded.Qin Jiu looked at the boy who had already read the text on his own with a sullen face, and finally stood up silently.

……never mind.Gin thought to himself.In any case, there is absolutely no chance of getting away with being targeted by crows.

And before that.

before that…………

He didn't care about other people's thoughts, but Osamu Dazai on the other side simply blocked all the others out and immersed himself in the materials.

Obviously, he has a certain understanding of himself, and it is impossible to equate himself with "Literature Dazai Osamu".

(...)

(...I am such a mud, even if I force myself to write words, it will definitely make people sick)

In Dazai's heart, a cold self-mockery emerged.

He only regarded this reading as the collection and perfection of data.

And... just in case, a bargaining chip that can restore a little bit of memory.

...It's a pity that the leader of Zhengtai didn't know that besides himself, there were also a group of Danmaku who followed him to read the information...

[The barrage is even ready for the melon seed soda on the bench!The front row is selling cats! !

Edogawa Ranpo really started to worry, and whispered in a low voice, "...Hey, hold on and don't die, Dazai!"

Central Plains is also gearing up!

Wu Zhenzai: ...

Wu Zhenzai: ......

This, who can stand this! ! !

If it wasn't for the inability to get out of the consciousness space——!

The man with black hair and kite eyes covered his face with his palms, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled, inhaled.

Forget it, it's not the same person anyway.Wu Jingzai thought peacefully as if seeing through life and death.Neither he nor that guy would empathize with any "literary master Osamu Dazai".

--Moreover.

From the handsome face of the man, a sinister smile slowly appeared:

Chuya, don't forget.

Dazai thought sadly.

——Your name is also on the list of "related to Osamu Dazai". 】

Anyway, the public execution had begun.

The leader Dazai first looked at the birth and death years of the literary giant Dazai:

1909年6月19日出生，1948年6月13日死亡。

...Have you lived so long?

The boy wrinkled his face in disgust.

The second look is the way of death:

Five suicides, three with different women.

The last time he succeeded in committing suicide, he also fell into the water with his lover and died in love.

The previous few failed suicides, some were taken sleeping pills and were sent to the hospital, some were rescued by throwing themselves into the river, and the rope broke when they hanged themselves once.

Ah this... this is...

The boy showed a toothache-like expression.

【Barrage:

Nakahara Chuya: "Uh... this is very Dazai..."

As one of the "Double Blacks", Zhong Yuanzhong definitely has a say in how many times he rescued people from various suicide scenes during his partner period.

Ranpo Edogawa of the Armed Detective Agency also had the right to speak: "It seems that no matter which one you are, you have no talent in suicide," he commented pertinently. 】

Look at where the writer Dazai Osamu was buried after his death:

In Mitaka City Zenlin Temple, diagonally opposite is the tomb of the famous writer Mori Ogai.

...For some reason, the young leader Zai covered his mouth with a look of about to spit it out.

【Barrage:

This, Dazai, the leader of the amnesia debuff, doesn't know about it, but everyone else knows about it! !

The three-dimensional barrage has gone crazy from laughing.

And Butai Zai, Butai Zai......

"vomit?!"

Even Nakahara's pupils quake! !

"Dazai!!!" the conscience of the port mafia shouted, "Why did the chief and you—?!"

Wu Zhenzai was so stimulated that he turned on the microphone!He couldn't bear it! !

"Don't substitute yourself, slug!" Wu Zhenzai yelled, "Please spare me?! What kind of nightmare is this??! Even if it's another world, I don't want to breathe the air within a radius of ten kilometers with Mr. Mori, let alone Don’t say it’s buried in—————!”

……no.It's okay to be unsympathetic. 】

On the other side, the leader Dazai reluctantly endured, and quickly turned over the page.

Just looking at it makes people feel physically uncomfortable...

One last look at the death of the literary giant Osamu Dazai.

According to his work "Cherry" in his later years, people call the death day of Osamu Dazai "Cherry Ji".

...Cherries, huh?

The boy rubbed the word lightly with his fingertips, and gently turned the page to the other side.

So far, the leader Jae has lost interest in the writer's birth and death years.He felt even more disgusted with his young life, and quickly skipped the text introducing his father and brother, and he didn't even look at Osamu Dazai's real name "Shuji Tsushima" and his family's power in Aomori.

He flipped through the other people related to this writer, and his eyes stayed on one of the names.

"Akutagawa Ryunosuke".

It is said that Osamu Dazai admired Akutagawa Ryunosuke very much, and committed suicide by taking sleeping pills at the age of 20, which even meant "paying tribute" to that literary giant.

During school, because I was too obsessed with this writer, Akutagawa's name was written all over the paper.

After embarking on the road of literature, he was crazily eager to win the literary award of "Akutagawa Award". After losing the election, he even wrote a letter to the then judge Kawabata Yasunari to say something stupid like "kill you".

Chief Zai: ……………………?

Slowly put out a question mark.

For the first time in his life, the boy slightly opened his eyes wide, showing an expression of complete doubts about life.

Really?

Memories cannot be used as evidence, but, instinctively...

Chief Zai:? ? ? ? ?

This, this shouldn't be...?

【Barrage:

Caught in the "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" that swiped the screen.

The three fell silent at the same time.

Ranpo Edogawa, the famous detective who sees everything: "..."

The gravity of the port mafia made Chuya Nakahara: "..."

He recalled how a certain mackerel "guided" his students back then, and how Akutagawa turned into a desperate mad dog after Dazai's defection.

Even Zhongyuan's lips trembled in shock.

"Dazai," Chuya asked tremblingly, "Could it be true for you..."

... Wu Zhenzai slowly showed a smile.

"I'm not a person who likes to vent anger, Chuya." He said without shame, his tone extremely soft, "But, if you really say this, 'Black Lizard' probably won't have a captain."

Nakahara Chuya: Akutagawa, I'm afraid I made a wrong payment after all. 】

pity.He will be executed (?) next.

Nakahara Chuya, poet, representative work "Song of the Goat", representative poem "In the Dirty Sorrow", translated work "Rimbaud Poetry Collection".

Osamu Dazai once invited Nakahara Chuya and Tan Kazuo to co-found the "Blue Flower" magazine. When drinking in an izakaya, Nakahara Nakaya said that Dazai Osamu, who met for the first time, "looks like a mackerel floating in the air", and asked Dazai " What kind of flowers do you like?" Dazai said "peach, flower" with an expression on the verge of tears.

Nakahara Chuya's wine quality is quite bad. It is said that every time he gets drunk after drinking, he will go to Dazai Osamu's house and scold Dazai Osamu with vulgar words such as "Fool! Idiot!"It would be fine if Dazai got angry and drove people away, but Dazai was just so frightened that he curled up under the quilt and cried.

Chief Zai:? ? ! ? ?

What is this all about? !

[Bullet screen, laughing so hard!

Zhongyuan Zhong also laughed so hard that his hat flew off!

"Hahahahahahaha mackerel you still have today!!!" He was extremely rampant! "Come on! Dazai! Cry and show me!!"

Wu Jingzai smiled very softly: "How fun is that?" He invited, "How about playing a big one? Whoever loses will be a maid, how about it?"

After dealing with this incomparably hearty guy for so long, Zhong Yuanzhong will not be fooled!

"Bet with you?! Do you think I'm stupid??"

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly.

Wu Jingzai smiled: "Is it rare for you to be stupid? Zhongye?"

...The two of them almost got into a fight on the barrage. 】

The leader Zai turned over the paper with question marks all over his head.

He finally saw the "Rogue Pie".

Tan Kazuo, known as the "last rogue faction", has a good relationship with Osamu Dazai.

The two had a very good personal relationship, and were even called Dazai Osamu's "loin scarf" (little follower) with a smile by Nakahara Chuya.Tan Yixiong was also invited by Dazai to commit suicide together.

After Dazai's death, Tan Kazuo published his work "Novel Dazai Osamu" to commemorate him.

He was 64 years old.

Ango Sakaguchi, together with Osamu Dazai, is a representative writer of the rogue school, and his representative works are "On the Fall" and "Idiot".

After Dazai committed suicide and died, he also wrote articles such as "A Test of Dazai's Emotion and Death".

Died of cerebral hemorrhage at the age of 49.

Oda Sakunosuke, also a writer of the rogue school, is known as "Higashi Dazai and Nishi Oda" in Japanese literary circles, and his representative works are "Seamless Clothes" and "The Good Couple".

In November 1946, the trio joined other writers in a "Sleep of the Rascals."

The following month, Oda Sakunosuke died of tuberculosis and coughed up blood at the age of 34.

Osamu Dazai immediately published "The Death of Oda-kun" to bid farewell to his friends.

"..."

The boy stayed on this page for a long time.

He was taken aback, but he didn't seem surprised.

He just...

A bit disappointed.

However, it was like a heavy hammer slamming on the top of the head, and the head that never stopped turning, this time, it was really blank, and there was nothing.

"........."

After a long silence, the leader Dazai didn't know what to say, let alone what expression to show.

He stretched out his hand to touch the name on the paper, then retracted it, touched the bandage over his left eye, and touched the beating heart.

The fingers that should turn the pages stay there for a long time.

not moving at all.

[Bullet screen: See the poor dagger in the picture, pass through the chest, die, and corpses are scattered all over the field.

The barrage that was still laughing wildly a moment ago stopped talking.

Even Nakahara Chuya and Edogawa fell into silence.

No one is a fool.Even if they didn't know the inside story of the mimic incident back then, the two of them already knew what happened from the spoiler in the barrage.

The other party was even more silent.

Those kite pupils who are used to sunlight, together with the kite-colored eyes on the screen, stared blankly at a thin piece of paper.

For a long time, it was like being stung.

Hanging down sadly. 】