Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Incident resolved.

Dazai stepped on a pool of blood on the ground, stepped on a statue that fell suddenly like a coincidence, and stepped on this period of life that seemed to fall into a dream.

— It's time for him to wake up.

His footsteps did not stop.

He has something to do.

"retreat."

When he walked to the door, Dazai said so.

In that voice, the previous smile disappeared.

Shallow as the mist that is about to dissipate.

And cold as a light smoke that cannot be grasped.

The people who arrived ahead of the police and the Suzuki consortium obeyed the order almost subconsciously.

The kid who was never willing to fulfill his duties as a "little master" never sounded more like a mafia boss than now.

Darker than dark... darker.

That is, the will that can never be shaken.

"Rye to clear the way, Bourbon to clear the passage."

Dazai walked in the front, giving orders coldly.

"Bermode, Keir, create a commotion."

he said without a doubt.

"Gin leads the way, go to the safe house closest to here."

A series of orders, short and irresistible.

Under such a sense of oppression, any objection will not be accepted.

The high-level members of the organization dressed in black took action one after another. No matter how unbelievable they were in their hearts, they could not refute the mandatory order of the "sole heir" at this moment.

Scotland paused.

—he got no demands.

And Osamu Dazai raised his head.

He still looked like the same eight-year-old, with shaggy black hair and bandages all over his body, covering even his left eye.

On a handsome and lovely face, the healthy luster that had been cultivated with great difficulty faded away again.

He is still that pure color.

Pale, pitch black,... deep red.

The combination of the three is shocking.

In the raised eyes of Yuan Tong, there emerged a determination like ancient ice that sealed away all emotions.

"It's time."

Dazai said quietly.

It's like stepping back in time.It was as if I heard these words on the Suzuki Express train two or three days ago.

But.turn out to be.

The time left for him was never enough.

Scotland curled the corner of his mouth, showing a smile:

"...That's right."

Scotland said softly.

Dazai nodded slightly.

Then, he didn't pause again, and at the same time, he didn't make a sound.

Osamu Dazai left the two dead, the thief and the detective hiding behind the pillar, and the sunlight that had been shining on him for a short time.

Constantly, continually.

Without looking back--

Into the darkness.

***

"...Hey, what's wrong with you?" Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was stunned, "Are you okay?"

In a hurry, he wanted to get close to his friend who cared about him: "Are you unhappy? Or did you bump into someone just now? Did it hurt?"

As the boy said, Yoshida Ayumi was a little dazed, and suddenly froze in place.

"I'm fine..." the girl said in a trance, and suddenly touched the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

"It's just……,…………"

Kojima Motota squeezed back from the crowd, saw Yoshida Ayumi seemed depressed, and immediately cheered up his friends:

"Cheer up, Ayumi!"

The boy plucked up his courage and shouted:

"Didn't we agree to bring back Conan and the manager consultant?"

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya also nodded vigorously, and gave a "hmm".

"That's right!" He clenched his fists tightly: "You must tell them what the Detective Boys want to do!"

Hearing this, Yoshida Ayumi finally smiled.

The innocent and lovely girl is full of vitality, and no haze has ever shrouded that sunny smile.

——"It's done! Find them together!!!"

--"oh--!!"

The Detective Boys swore in unison.

***

"...everyone has been evacuated."

The Bourbon Exchange reported, "The last vodka withdrawn obeyed the order and successfully deactivated the detonator."

After he finished speaking, he raised his left hand and pressed the headset, ending the call with the other side.

Usually at this time, "Bourbon" might not be able to ridicule two words about whether vodka never forgets to install bombs no matter where he goes, and whether he relies too much on this means of violent evacuation, while "Amuro Toru" may make a few jokes, "Down Gu Ling" thought to himself that this group of people really committed a heinous crime, another Japanese building was almost destroyed in their hands, and I don't know how many innocent people's lives were in danger.

But this time, Bourbon didn't say anything.

The blond-haired, dark-skinned man just turned the steering wheel, closely following Gin who was driving and guiding the way.

As an important member of the intelligence team, he was completely unaware that the organization had set up a safe house with such a high level of secrecy in such a central area of ​​Mihua Town.

……No.According to Dazai's order, this should be another base of the organization!

Bourbon tried to give full play to his basic qualities as a Japanese police undercover agent, put all distracting thoughts behind him, try to abandon emotional interference, and think wholeheartedly with reason:

In the end what happened?

as well as,

What will happen next?

While driving the car steadily, Bourbon couldn't help peeking at the child in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

(………………)

no,

useless,

invalid.

The little face that once allowed him to easily judge his preferences was as blank as a blank sheet of paper.

I can't read a single word.

***

The vehicle didn't drive very far, but it took a long detour.

This is indeed not a "safe house", but another bird's nest where the organization is entrenched in the shadow of Japan.

On the surface, this is just a small European-style tavern.

After pushing the door and walking in, you can find that the tavern has everything, bar counters, seats, bartenders, dim lights and jazz... everything, and even guests.

It doesn't look so ordinary.

——However, when such a group of men in black pushed open the door in a threatening manner, and waited respectfully for a young boy to step in and enter the door first.

There were no shouts of surprise from the guests in the tavern.

And when Osamu Dazai walked in unhurriedly and stopped.

Even everyone in the tavern quietly stood up.

He bowed deeply to Dazai.

"..."

Dazai looked around lightly, then waved his hand.

The members of the organization who received the order were like a jet of black water.

Withdrew without making a sound.

Only the high-level people who hold the 'code name' remained in place silently.

In the silent air, there seemed to be a string gradually tightening, constantly stimulating the already tortured nerves.

No one knows why the other two "heir candidates" died under the huge statue that accidentally fell like a joke.

No one knows if it was an "accident".

No one knew why Osamu Dazai suddenly became serious.

From that child, there emerged the icy coercion that was only deliberately displayed during the first meeting.

But Dazai didn't care about the ups and downs of suspicion and thoughts in others' hearts.

He just stood in front of the bar with his face upturned until he had read the row after row of wine names before turning back to face everyone.

"Except for the three whiskeys, all the staff are on standby at this base, and the validity period is three days."

Dazai said coldly.

From his mouth, an incomprehensible command was spoken.

"The tasks to be done later will be announced to you personally by me."

He turned to the three men again.

From Dazai's words, he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

***

The next day, late at night.

From the heir of the organization, he has taken over the task that he has no right to refuse.

The time limit was extremely harsh, and there was no organization's usual rear assistance.

The level of malice and difficulty in this is almost like———!

Bourbon almost jumped up on the spot, reaching out and holding Scotland's shoulder!

"Oh Bourbon, what are you doing so suddenly!" Scotland was startled, and had to put the pistol in his arms back to his bosom, "What's wrong?"

——Ley went to find the sniper spot near the mission target, and only the two of them were left in this empty house for the time being.

When getting along with his own children, Scotland does not need to adjust his mentality, and a smile naturally appears on his face.

Bourbon glared at him: "Are you still laughing?!"

His voice was sharp amid the excessive tension and fear, but Bourbon didn't understand why he was so resistant to this task, "What's going on?? Did the organization suspect us...?!!"

In the eyes of the organization, Bourbon will always be the mystic who uses unscrupulous means to make people vigilant.

In the eyes of his peers, Fugu Rei will always be the top student who gets A grades in all subjects and perseveres on the path of his own choice.

When did you ever see this person lose his composure?

"..."

Scotland was silent for a moment.

He remembered the night when he received the mission before he left.

After dismissing everyone, Osamu Dazai sat quietly on the bar stool, waiting for someone.

When he saw him, he turned his face slightly and asked "Do you hate me?" Even so, he accepted it calmly.

After getting a negative answer, I felt a little surprised.

Saying goodbye to him at the end, asking "Make me a Scotch," and the relief of saying "Cheers!" in unison.

——And at that time, what was his answer to Dazai?

Scotland remembered.

"I don't hate you. On the contrary, I'm happy," he said.

"For this—"

"A long farewell."*

When the gentle man with black hair and blue eyes said so, even the last trace of regret disappeared from his face.

***

at the same time.

in the base of the organization.

Gin Jiu hung up the phone with his usual bloodthirsty and cruel smile on his face.

But for some reason, his smile this time was much crueler.

The appearance of being completely angered by someone is a big taboo for a killer.

However, Gin did not hide or restrain himself.

In this way, he walked straight towards Dazai, wrapped in killing intent and anger all over his body.

Dazai wasn't doing anything special.He seemed to be in a daze, and seemed to be waiting, Yuantong stared at the void that no one could understand.

"Young master," Gin Jiu said in a hoarse voice:

"Your judgment is correct."

"—Scotland, it really is a dog sent by the Japanese police."

Gin gritted his teeth.

"If it wasn't for the young master personally arranging two other people to clean up the traitors this time, I wouldn't be able to personally reward him with a bullet."

But after hearing such a loyal and murderous speech, Dazai still hesitated to show a smiling face.

He just looked at the world waiting for something as if he had seen through everything and was tired of everything.