Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Another world, in the dormitory of members of the Armed Detective Agency.

The moment Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, he jumped up from the bed without a pause!

With his left hand, he fished out the windbreaker piled on the back of the chair, and grabbed the phone from his pocket.

Shut down, remove the battery, and throw it under the bed with your backhand, all in one go.

In the next second, he put the windbreaker on his shoulders, and pressed his hands on the window sill——

Dazai jumped.

Facing the window, downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency.

He held down the window sill and jumped out, and put his feet on the wall to cushion the impact of the fall.

After several leverages, Dazai landed on the ground like a cat turning around in mid-air without disturbing anyone.

Without any hesitation, without looking back, he rushed into the unknown darkness——

Right behind Dazai's escaping figure, in the dormitory of members of the Armed Detective Agency, the lights in a room flicked on.

"Dazai——!"

It was a familiar roar.

Then, one after another, lights were turned on in different rooms.

The commune members who were falling asleep in the room rubbed their eyes, opened the door in a daze, and poked their heads out.

"Ah, what's the matter...?"

"...Mr. Kunikida?"

"It seems to be Mr. Dazai, right?"

"Oh. Mr. Dazai..."

"It's Dazai-san, ah..."

Kunikida Doppo didn't even take out the spare key, nor did he use his special ability Doppo Singer.

He went straight up and kicked the door of Osamu Dazai's room!

Under the stunned stares of all the members, Kunikida sneered with his veins all over his forehead, staring at the empty dormitory that had already fled.

"In that case, don't blame me—!"

That is, a very scary and vicious sound.

It made people shiver uncontrollably, and asked in a trembling voice, "What the hell happened? Mr. Kunikida?"

Kunikida clenched his fists and said with murderous eyes that were still angry.

"Ah. I must make that guy know how to give up life easily—"

(can only watch helplessly)

(unforgivable)

(In an ideal world, life should not be exchanged!!)

(hateful!!!!!)

However, when Kunikida turned his head, the only ones staring at him were the unspeakable eyes of his companions.

"Mr. Dazai, please cherish life......?"

After the long ellipsis, there is no doubt a question mark.

By this time, Kunikida had almost come to his senses.

There is no doubt that wearing a complete set of pajamas in the middle of the night, kicking open the door of a colleague from the Armed Detective Agency, and grabbing the collar of the other party to make him cherish his life are undoubtedly things that a pervert will do.

This kind of gaffe never appeared in his plan at any time.

(but)

(From the world described by those bullet screens)

(Also, with those eyes, I can understand that Dazai's words and deeds)

(unforgivable)

(unacceptable)

(A world where everyone is "happy" except for that idiot)

(Not true!!!)

He rubbed between his brows.This kind of thing cannot be resolved in a short while.

With a calm voice, Kunikida asked, "Just now, who else saw—"

The pain of suffocation suddenly surged up!Kunikida felt dizzy for a while, couldn't breathe, even the gastric juices surged up one after another, and his eyes went black for a while.

By the time he regained consciousness again, he had been supported by his colleagues to sit on the ground.

There was a tearing pain in the throat.

That is the residual pain after the human body coughs desperately.

Kunikida endured his physical ailments with tenacious will.But frowned in another sense.

(can not say……?)

(Could it be that Dazai finally found out, the so-called...)

He paused for a while, pulled out the automatic pen in his pocket, and opened a new page of the manual.

(no)

(invalid)

(All relevant handwriting is completely invisible)

Kunikida changed his method again. He tried to type out the Morse code, but to the ears of his companions, there was only an irregular rhythm.

"...Then, we can only wait for Mr. Ranpo to come back from his business trip."

Kunikida let out a breath slowly and said calmly.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency are obviously also aware that something temporarily incomprehensible is happening.

However, out of trust in their companions, they didn't feel intimidated by it.

After drinking two sips of warm water brought by Jinghua, he stood up again.Kunikida apologized for his abrupt disturbance, patted the dust off his pajamas, and prepared to go back to his room.

Although I can't fall asleep anymore, the remaining time should not be wasted.

"That, that..." Atsushi asked tremblingly, pointing to Dazai Osamu's open door, which was empty:

"Dazai, sir, he...?"

"Ah. That guy?"

Kunikida said, pushing his glasses.

What appeared on that face was not the irritability towards his daily life and his partner getting into the water every day.

That one is compassionate, compassionate, and tolerant—a smile like a saint.

"Let that guy soak in the water for a while. I'll go down the river to catch him later."

Kunikida said uncharacteristically.

"...how should I put it. It's also worthy of sympathy."

Kunikida Doppo hurried back to his room.

And Atsushi Nakajima, out of excessive shock, almost turned into a plaster statue on the spot.

The boy narrowed his eyes.

(Mr. Kunikida)

(Finally, Dazai-san——)

(Crazy??!?!?)

***

At the same time, the port mafia building was brightly lit.

As the leader, Mori Ogai had already called Chuya Nakahara back to the headquarters urgently.

He has obviously tried and is deeply aware of the "unspeakable" of this matter.

At this time, while Alice was checking her body to see if there were any sequelae left, she confirmed with Nakahara again:

"So, Nakaya-kun, do you really not remember anything?"

"Yes."

Standing with a dignified posture, the gravity of the port mafia made him resolute.

"After completing the task, I went home and rested. After waking up, I received a call from the leader and returned here immediately."

Chuya was obviously confused by the leader's question, but he still seriously recalled the experience of tonight and answered truthfully.

"...Mmm. That's it."

Mori Ogai touched his chin and pondered for a while.

"Mr. Zhongye."

He smiled and asked, "Do you want to meet Dazai-kun?"

"Huh??? That mackerel?!?"

On Zhongyuan Zhongye's face, there was a strong disgust.

But the Gravity Envoy still answered honestly, "...if so, the leader orders..."

(Really, reluctance is written all over your face, Nakaya-kun)

Mori Ogai thought with a smile.

(Just, just, for a moment, in that moment——)

(when seeing that child)

(Even I feel a little regret)

(The one who wants to die, that child)

(Did I, did it wrong———)

Mori Ogai lowered his gaze.

When he raised his eyes again, he was still the elusive leader of the port mafia.

No one would know that for a moment, in the bottom of this man's heart, there was a strong emotion that hit the optimal solution.

"Since you're here, let's stay and check your body together."

Mori Ogai smiled, "Don't be so resistant, Chuya-kun."

"Maybe there will be a day when 'Double Black' will be revived again."

Chuya: “…………It’s…” Impossible.

***

At the same time, the lights of the Supernatural Secret Service Section were on all night.

***

On the back of the "book".

The "possibility of happiness" was chosen by a certain man.

In this and that world.

"--leader."

"... Dazai,"

"Dazai. Hello."

The call of Zhongye in the Central Plains sounded uninterrupted.

At the same time, various senses were gradually revived.

His forehead was resting on his arm, and under the tip of his nose was hard antique furniture.

The ears hear the almost silent hum of the machine.That is a high-level defense agency that was imported some time ago.

There was a strong, bitter, disgusting coffee smell.Is it, it is already this time———

"..."

Osamu Dazai raised his head from his desk.

In the blinking kite pupils, it's more shocking than inhuman coldness.

"…………I am asleep?"

The leader of the port mafia, a huge dark organization, whispered to himself in disbelief.

Chuya Chuya, the top cadre with the strongest combat power of the Mafia, was standing at his desk.

Under the stern face, there is an impulse that has been suppressed for a long time, constantly surging.

This made him sigh deeply, deeply, from the deepest part of his chest:

"No."

Zhong also couldn't help but sarcastically said so.

"You, you are not so much asleep."

"—It's better to say 'coma'."

He could hardly contain himself.

"No matter what, you are just a human being. If you continue to work so hard, sooner or later, you..."

Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't say the rest of the words.

The man who sat on the dark throne again stared at him with cold eyes.

On the face that made him want to punch him to death, there was a cold smile.

"Is this a reprimand?"

The leader of the port mafia asked an oppressive question.

"No. Exhortation."

The top cadre of the Mafia replied with a deadpan face.

The two looked at each other unwaveringly for a while.Osamu Dazai's eyes swayed slightly on the dark red shirt on Chuya's body, and then narrowed down again.

(I always feel that... I had a long, long dream)

He was a little distracted.

(Although, I don't remember anything)

(...It seems that there is a feeling of falling snow)

... The mood doesn't seem to be that bad anymore.

Does just sleeping for twelve minutes have this effect?

Dazai stood up.He walked into the rest room behind the chief's office, pushed open the bathroom, and buried his face in the cold water.

(cold)

(I seem to have felt this kind of chill somewhere)

He indulged himself to suffocate for a few seconds before returning to the room filled with the feeling of death.

The behemoth-like port mafia is up and running again.

Every minute and every second brings evil money and power into the flow.

Under that pale and slender finger, every simple signature would take away countless lives.

Chuya Nakahara stands one step behind men to prevent daily assassinations.

That is, the nearest and the farthest place.

The icy gears creaked and turned towards the happy ending chosen by the man.

Osamu Dazai raised his head from the document, looked at the secretary who personally delivered the coffee, and smiled slightly.

"Help me pay attention to the latest news about duds."

"I'll leave this to you."

"--silver."

***

[A ■■observation record]

[Observation start date: Year 20 in the Western calendar of human history]

[Observation object: ■■■]

[Influencing factors: ]

[Possible variables: ■■■■, ■■■■■]

[......]

[………]

[Observation result: A0 The process of desperation in the world is accelerating]

[Despair level: 20%]