Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

--runaway.

For the leader Dazai, how many steps does it take?

The first step is to wait until night falls.

It's not that it's twice as difficult to leave during the day.

Rather... Considering the use of 'that' method, the probability of being seen during the day and calling the police has undoubtedly increased.

Moreover.Night is mafia time, right?

The leader, Dazai, scoffed at the exaggerated operation of blowing up buildings in the organization, and looked down upon him very much:

The commotion is so loud, is it a mafia or a terrorist organization?

………That’s because Dazai has never seen the heroic figure of Gin carrying vodka, Chianti and Cohen, sitting on an Osprey and bombing the Tokyo Tower.

If he had witnessed the Osprey's strafing shot, the precision with which he punched the members of his own organization, and the accuracy with which he drew the body of the mysterious elementary school student, I really don't know what expression Dazai would show.

Not to mention the last happy ending in which the Osprey was kicked by a football by a primary school student. *

Forget it, now is not the time to complain about the magical operations of the dark organization.

Looking at it from another perspective, even if such a destructive movement is made, the governments of various countries will always have nothing to do with this criminal and violent group.Doesn't this show the unfathomable strength of the organization itself from another aspect?

Turn the subject back.The second step of running away from home should be to pack up the necessities that you carry with you.

Logically speaking, it should be cash, bank cards that will not be tracked and frozen, necessary identity documents, and even emergency food, medicine, clothing for camouflage, etc.

Since it is "running away from home" and not "taking the initiative to seek death", in order to survive, of course it should be prepared, right?

Dazai walked around in his room.

He didn't turn on the lights, but all the blackout curtains were pulled open, deliberately letting the bright moonlight mixed with the urban neon lights shine into the house.

Having checked beforehand, there was no surveillance camera installed in his own bedroom, and he didn't need to pay attention to those two adults who showed so much earnestness and sincere concern that Dazai couldn't stand it.

The little child was still wearing long pajamas, which cleverly covered up the bandages all over his body.

He didn't change the white suit he often wore when he went out, and he didn't pull out a small package from somewhere to pack his luggage.

After Dazai finished turning around, he stopped in front of the bookcase with empty hands.

Pale and bloodless fingers slid along the neatly arranged spines one by one.

The boy finally rubbed the selected works of Rogue School with his fingertips, and smiled calmly and contentedly.

He withdrew his hand and took a step back.

Decided to leave, Dazai didn't miss it.

Born alone, you should leave quietly.

Dazai didn't want to take anything away.

So.third step,

Nature is a tool for preparing to leave home.

This step was easy for Dazai.

But what's so difficult about jumping out of a window?

The safe house Scotland chose was on the top floor—the fourth floor.Originally, it is not an exaggerated height in a residential area.

Now if you want to land smoothly, you just need a little preparation.

Dazai didn't have any knives in his room—the kid had a suicide conviction, after all—so he couldn't make a proper cut.

But it didn't bother him.

Dazai pulled the sheets off the bed, found a few spare sheets in the closet, chose a suitable angle, precisely found the weak point of the fabric, and tore the sheets directly into strips.

Then it is intertwined to increase the friction between each other and the upper limit of the weight.

After stretching out his hand and tugging at the cloth, the boy raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

He jumped off the bed, squatted down, and tied one end of the cloth strip to the solid wood desk.

——Thanks to Scotland for taking precautions to prevent his young master from jumping out of the window, and choosing a table in advance that is so heavy that Dazai cannot push it with his own strength.

But even he probably couldn't have imagined that Osamu Dazai would take advantage of this in reverse.

The boy smiled slightly, and tied the other end of the cloth strip to himself.

In the next second, Dazai took two steps back to recharge his energy.

Run up, take off.

Step on the wall with your left foot for strength.

Raise your arms and give them a hard hook.

Successful.

Osamu Dazai successfully hung himself under the window frame.

There was no sound at all during the whole process, and naturally, it didn't wake up the adults in the same room.

Silently, it looks like a nimble little black cat that walks only on its pads.

very good.Then the next step.

Dazai raised his face and looked at the window sill where the green plants were placed.

... It is also difficult for Scotland to take great pains, not only choosing a room with windows higher than the child's height, but also deliberately placing green plants to decorate the environment.

Once these ceramic flowerpots are broken, it is estimated that the adults who are always vigilant will rush in to find out and protect the young master.

Dazai curled his lips, raised his hand to reach a pot, and threw it back without looking back.

He seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, knowing that the flower pot fell onto the pillow and rolled all the way into the bedding that had been piled up in advance, without even making a sound.

Although dirt and fallen leaves stained the bedding, Dazai didn't care.

The boy quickly followed suit and swept down the entire window sill.

last step.

Dazai propped up his upper body with his left hand, and tentatively pushed the window with the other hand.

— no push.

——Sure enough, it was locked.

I really don’t know whether to tell people to complain about Scotland’s meticulous thinking, or to complain that even so many advance arrangements in the early stage were not enough, and the windows had to be locked altogether. How deep was Dazai’s psychological impression in the Twilight Pavilion? Shadow.

Obviously, after tonight, the psychological shadow will probably soar exponentially.

And Scotland obviously underestimated Osamu Dazai.

The boy with black hair and kite eyes stared at the window, neither discouraged nor annoyed, he just retracted his right hand into his sleeve and twisted a paper clip from the inside of the cuff.

I don't know when this child was quietly pinned in his sleeve.

He held the paper clip in his right hand, bit the other end with his teeth, and twisted it into the shape he needed in three or two strokes.

Raising the arm again, he inserted the tip of the paper clip into the window keyhole.

By moonlight, through a sufficiently quiet night.

Another three or two, "click".

— the lock is unlocked.

Dazai showed another faint smile, stretched his arms, and finally sent himself to the window sill.

Sitting by the open window, the cool summer breeze gently blows on the cheeks.

Looking up, it is the usual starry sky.

If you look down, it should be an unfettered, free new life.

However, Dazai did not look down.

Obviously, you should be vigilant in case you fall short.

Obviously, you should be cautious, worrying about whether you can land safely.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the night sky as if fascinated.

"Let's take a gamble."

Dazai said softly.

These were the first words he spoke tonight.

I don't know why, but with a full smile, I am very happy.

But it was light and fast, and it floated in the air in an instant.

When the voice fell to the ground, Dazai let go of his hands holding the window frame.

He started to descend.

--No.Not "landing".

It is "falling"!

At the last second when his body was leaning forward, Dazai reversed his posture, facing the starry sky on his back, and fell down smiling.

The strip of cloth tied around his waist shortened rapidly.

Bitter wind brushed his cheeks.

The ground is approaching quickly, but with such a posture, how can it land safely? !

at the same time.

inside the room.

The cool summer night breeze blows across the cheeks, and it also shakes the furnishings in the room.

On the shelf, the small photo frame where the decorative painting was placed was crooked.

It was originally a decoration for a trumpet, facing the wide-open window, and being blown by the wind like this, it's not a strange thing that the center of gravity is unstable, isn't it?

The photo frame shook and finally fell to the ground.

It's really too small, and it makes a soft sound when it falls on the ground, not as good as those heavy ceramic flower pots, enough to wake up alert adults.

It is also so inconspicuous that it is placed indoors purely for decoration, and even Scotland almost forgot the existence of the photo frame.

It just fell to the ground and shattered.

Shards of shattered glass burst out and, by coincidence, streaked across the strips of cloth tied to the table legs.

Even more coincidentally, it was the most fragile part of the fabric fiber that was unfortunately cut off.

"Zi la————"

a root

two,

three,

All.

"..."

Noticing the sudden loosening of the cloth strips around his waist after the rapid tightening, Dazai raised his face, looked at the cloth strips that bounced back from the window, and smiled slightly.

Falling from this height without any protective measures.

With the body of an eight-year-old child, it should be certain death, right?

For some reason, Dazai didn't panic at all.

He was still looking at the receding starry sky, counting down in his heart.

(three,)

The remaining height is less than the first floor.

(two,)

The remaining height is less than two meters.

(one,!!)

A pair of hands caught Osamu Dazai with a nick of time, and the gravity stopped forcibly, making him painful.

In the next second, in order to relieve the force, the person who came brought the boy to roll several times in a row, and finally landed safely in a lawn.

Dazai coughed.

"Cough, cough...that's really interesting."

Dazai smiled.

"How many times is this?"

"'Invisible Reaper' wants to kill me, 'Coincidence Followed' wants to save me."

said the boy, propping himself up on his hands.

"Don't you think—"

"In this way, is it almost like there are two people?"

Dazai asked the visitor softly:

"Isn't it, Ley?"

That's right.The one who appeared here like a coincidence was the one remaining.

Just like the whiskey trio when they jumped out of the window in the Twilight Pavilion, like the gin when the light tube shattered like a blade, like Conan and Haibara who happened to pass by when they were poisoned by carbon monoxide in the vehicle.

——This time Dazai ran away from home, and it was Ley who just rushed over to the Scottish safe house and planned to gather for the mission.

Is this a fateful coincidence, or is it man-made?

Everyone at this time has not yet received an answer.

And if you ask Ley about this question, I'm afraid this man won't be able to provide any evidence.

He looked very embarrassed now, the knitted hat fell somewhere, and the long black hair was also scattered in the tumbling, and a few fallen leaves were mixed in.

Staring at Dazai with those cold green eyes, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

The man's face was silent, only Dazai who stood up straight with his hands on his chest knew:

——In that chest cavity, the heart is beating rapidly, transporting blood and oxygen.That is the evidence after Ley ran over from a short distance and ran intensely.

"...why did you jump off the building in Scotland?"

After calming down for a while, Ley asked a question.

He didn't seem to have heard Dazai talking to himself a moment ago.

Dazai smiled, skipped the topic, and said, "I didn't jump off the building." The child pointed to the cloth strip around his waist, plausibly saying, "I just tried to run away from home."

Ley ignored him, just sat up straight and asked Dazai to move to the grass on the other side.

He changed positions and put his dislocated elbow back together.

"I'll take you home." Ley said in a deep voice.

Dazai quickly retorted: "I don't want it."

When he said this, he was much more wronged than when he jumped out of the window just now, and he burst into tears:

"That safe house is full of dogs!!!"

It can be said to be extremely pitiful!

"..." Ley was silent for a moment, "Then what are you going to do?"

Dazai didn't answer this question directly, but instead asked, "Since you're here, it means the mission is about to start, right?"

The boy ordered without thinking, "—I'll go with you."

"You inform them that you and I will go ahead and gather at the mission site."

Dazai said.

Ley lowered his eyes and looked at him:

"Is this an order?"

Dazai replied.

"That's right. It's an order."

After pausing for a second, Dazai tilted his head as if genuinely confused.

"anyway."

"Why are you... angry?"

Osamu Dazai asked in a perplexed voice.