Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

"You are... Jiancun Zhongbin."

Scotland suddenly spoke.He has already inquired clearly about the interpersonal relationship around the task object:

"Before Schindler's company went bankrupt, he worked briefly in the technical department."

The middle-aged man—Tadabin Kenmura, barely recovered from the shock just now, looked up at Scotland, nodded and admitted:

"……it's me."

For some reason, he didn't dare to meet Dazai's gaze, lowered his eyes and planned to stand up, "If it's okay, I'll..."

This sentence is not finished.Jiancun Zhongbin put his hands on his knees and planned to stand up straight, but it also slowly stopped halfway.

Dazai didn't stop him.

Those earth-shattering words were like a prophecy, and he finished speaking as soon as he finished speaking.

He only opened his iris-colored right eye, quietly watching the person in front of him.

It was Zhongbin Jiancun who stopped by himself.

It was also Jiancun Zhongbin himself who squatted down in front of the child again and looked at him.

This time, he didn't avoid the gaze that seemed to see through the internal organs of a person.

Obviously it looks as if he hasn't smiled for several years, but Zhongbin Jiancun tries his best to show a smiling face that won't scare the children:

"...Thank you, kid."

Jiancun Zhongbin said.

For some reason, the man started talking.

Perhaps the final decision has been made, or it may be impulsive.

Or maybe, seeing the overly intelligent, yet young boy in front of him reminded him of someone.

"But. If I don't go, who will avenge that child?"

Jiancun Zhongbin smiled.

This sentence was like breaking the boat, he didn't care about anything, and hid all the unknown things behind just a few words.Scotland's expression turned cold when he heard that, and he subconsciously wanted to pull his young master behind him.

However, when Osamu Dazai heard these words, he seemed not surprised at all, and only raised his right hand to stop Scotland.

Not knowing why, Dazai sneered under an impulse he didn't understand:

"For the sake of the child, you have to take revenge."

Dazai said coldly.

"But--"

"What about the other people you left behind?"

This sentence was almost blurted out, Dazai didn't understand why he said that.

It is also difficult to define the chaotic perception that is stirring the mind at this moment.

He wanted to laugh, but also felt that he was a joke.

The unspeakable malice made him want to utter evil words, and for some reason, he wanted to reach out and hold someone's clothes tightly——

But that person is not Jiancun Zhongbin.

who is it?

Who on earth is it?

Dazai didn't know.

He doesn't remember anything.

But the surge of grief came, forcing him to blink again and again, only then could he restrain the sudden sadness.

He almost never felt pain like this.

Under such pain, Dazai's voice lowered and trembled slightly:

"you,……"

"Have you bid farewell?"

Looking at Dazai, the smile that Tadabin Kenmura tried to put on his face disappeared.

He seemed to understand the child's empathy, and a sincere apology appeared on his face.

He obviously didn't even explain a word, but now it seems that there is no need to say anything.

In front of that gaze, there is no need to say anything.

Jiancun Zhongbin only felt sorry.

He is obviously already a useless man who is determined to die, who is able to avenge his child after such a long time.

But before leaving, he inadvertently hurt another child.

"...Not yet," Jiancun Zhongbin said softly, "Would you like to say goodbye to me?"

The man no longer forced himself to smile, but there was genuine tenderness in those eyes.

He took it out of his pocket and took out a small electronic toy.

It looks like a mobile phone charm, braided with blessing red string, and connected to a delicate wooden boat at the end.

"This is a farewell present."

Jiancun Zhongbin asked gently, "Are you willing to accept it?"

"..."

Dazai looked at him again, and reached out to take the canoe.

"Goodbye."

Dazai said softly.

To Kenmura Tadabin who met for the first time and the last time.

Someone in blank memory.

Also to myself:

"……goodbye."

Dazai said.

He stopped talking, and stood in place with Scotland, watching Jiancun Zhongbin leave.

Until I can no longer see this man who only met once, until finally only the two of them are left in this corner.

Dazai moved slightly, and put the farewell gift into the pocket of his suit.

Scotland thoughtfully did not bother, and only waited for Dazai to calm down, perhaps willing to take the initiative to explain something.

And Dazai raised his head and said to Scotland:

"—This mission is over."

This sentence is said with too much certainty, but there is no beginning or end, it is simply confusing.

Obviously, Lai didn't know where the ambush was, and Bourbon had only set out to hide for a while.

However, Scotland did not ask in detail.

Obviously, no matter whether he is a high-level member of the organization or a Japanese police officer, he should coax and question him to extract detailed information from this devilishly intelligent child.

But at this time, Scotland just smiled softly and urged gently: "Young master, shall we go play a game?"

Even for a moment.

—I hope you can be happy.

Dazai couldn't fail to see Scotland's intentions, but stood stubbornly in place.

Looking up, the topic jumped a long way, and asked him:

"What would you do if you were exposed?"

These words simply uncovered the thin paper that had been hidden all this time, revealing the dangerous flame beneath it.

Even Scotland's heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

But he dared to put his trust in him before, even dared to tell Dazai about the "witness protection plan", even if he took the initiative to reveal his undercover identity, he still wanted to send a pure-hearted child out of the quagmire.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, Scotland is even less likely to suspect that Dazai wants to harm him again now.

Originally, it was only a bullet to kill him.

Even the pistol was handed to Dazai by Scotland himself.

Thinking of this, Scotland also crouched in front of Dazai, keeping their eyes on each other.

"I will... do my best to protect your safety."

Scotland smiled.

The words were soft but heavy.

How dangerous is undercover work?Scotland has long been prepared to die in line of duty.

Once exposed, he will protect the person he cherishes at all costs.This is almost self-evident.

And what kind of method this person will adopt is naturally conceivable.

Dazai twitched his mouth slightly when he heard that.

"...you may hate me," Dazai said, "but, I don't want you not even having the chance to say goodbye."

Scotland frowned, "How could I hate you, young master?"

His voice was still gentle, and there was a warm smile in his blue eyes, trying to calm down the child's negative emotions: "It's better to say that you didn't say anything to Gin at all, and it's already extra money to keep me alive until today It's time."

Scotland thought about it, wondering if the child had unknowingly put too much pressure on himself, and tried to comfort him:

"Originally in our business, it is not surprising when you die. Don't take it too seriously, and don't dabble too deeply in the darkness. I promise, as long as I am still alive, as long as there is a slight chance, I will not let the black The Clothed People Organization persecutes you and uses you. I will definitely find a way to send you out of here..."

It was obviously a comforting word, but for some reason Dazai looked at him quietly, but Scotland couldn't finish it in the end.

Is he not confident that he can do this?This is impossible.

Was he hesitant to protect the child from the dark organization?This is even more impossible.

However, what stuck his lips and tongue, made his mouth open and close, but could no longer make a sound smoothly and finish the sentence?

In front of Scotland, Dazai bent his iris eyes again.

This is a smile, but it only makes people feel sad.

"Did you notice anything wrong?"

Dazai asked quietly.

"..."

Scotland opened his mouth, but seemed speechless.

"You have actually noticed that you are all smart, and none of you are stupid." Dazai said softly, "But inner instincts and outer interference always make you ignore them. Right?"

After Dazai finished speaking, he glanced around vigilantly.

This isn't the first time he's tried to tell some 'truth', and each time he's been mortally jeopardized from being able to continue.

But this time, in this virtual game, in this illusion of London, in this absurd electronic world, the unseen, invisible god of death who once tried to kill him did not appear again.

Dazai thought for a moment, then smiled shyly.

Now that he was protected, Dazai no longer hesitated:

"Although there is no way to break the situation, I have already understood the truth."

Dazai said softly, opening Pandora's box layer by layer with words.

"You and Bourbon have known each other for a long time. The taste of honey citron tea is too similar, almost exactly the same. You must have passed on your experience to each other, and that's how you explained it to me at that time."

"You learned to cook first, but at some point, Bourbon's cooking skills have surpassed yours, but you don't know it."

"It was also you who first taught Bourbon to play the guitar. In my impression, Bourbon's playing skills are not as proficient as they are now."

From a moment ago, Scotland's face was already pale, and now even cold sweat slowly covered his forehead.

Dazai did not soften his heart, and only continued to press him:

"What else do you have on you that can prove your identity?"

"..." Scotland opened his mouth, and reluctantly said, "Also,... the person in charge of communication, the mobile phone..."

He didn't defend himself in front of Dazai, even though he was sweating in pain at this moment, he tried his best to smile, and pointed to the inner pocket of his chest with his fingertips.

Dazai took a fixed look at him, then changed the subject and asked Scotland:

"What is the identity of my game card?"

Scotland bent his eyes: "... killer,..."

Dazai nodded, and took out the seal from his pocket.

It's like a child's toy, like a joke in a slapstick room.

Dazai stamped the seal on Scotland's chest:

"you are dead."

Dazai said softly.

Scotland froze for a moment, and finally nodded suddenly.

"Yes. . . . I'm dead."

Scotland lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly.