Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

At dusk, the rain stopped completely.

At sunset, the streets, lampposts, stone streets, and stalls selling crepes were all covered with a layer of dim yellow. People on the road walked hurriedly, either because they were off work, or because they saw the mafia from a distance. gather.

But that's okay.This is Yokohama. The port mafia, as the city's night and the wind in the night, is everywhere and omnipotent. It has long been an inseparable part of Yokohama.Just as the mafia has dispatched and mobilized its forces to the headquarters building in an orderly manner, but the police department pretends that it does not exist as if suddenly deaf: this is the power of the port mafia that has reached the pinnacle of power in this world.

But the man scoffed lightly.He's never been one for power.

His pace was not fast, but his goal was set, so he never stopped.He measured the city with the soles of his jet-black leather shoes, walking inch by inch through the rain-washed streets.He was like a newborn child, staring at the city with his own eyes as if seeing it for the first time.He looked at the sky dyed golden orange, at the five tall buildings that went straight into the sky, at the old buildings with red brick walls,... He couldn't help laughing when he looked at it.

This is Yokohama.

This is his Yokohama.

— how beautiful she is.

The man turned inward at the next intersection, deftly avoiding the piles of cardboard boxes and sundries in the streets and alleys, and raised his foot to step over the half-drinked wine bottle that someone had discarded here.The man's movements were flexible and light, and he barely made any sound.

At the end of the dark alley is the destination of his trip: a run-down bar with the sign "Lupin" printed on the neon box.

It's not night yet, and it's not the bar's business hours, but the wooden door is actually open, like a silent invitation.

A man knows without a second thought who is arriving at the bar early.He smiled again, and then all the expressions on that handsome face disappeared.

The man slipped through the door, finally making the sound of footsteps as he stepped on the dry wooden stairs.This voice reminded him of those nights involuntarily: when he sat in this bar and drank as if he had met by chance without making an appointment in advance, the round and smooth ice ball hit the glass wall as it shook, making a crisp sound, and the mouth kept talking Complaining about some boring trifles, even so chatting to pass the time is very relaxing...Three people clink glasses together...The first and last photo...

Mottled memories fade in the bar like phantoms.He blinked, and sure enough, there wasn't even a clerk in the store.

However, someone was already sitting there at the innermost position of the bar counter. There was a glass of whiskey in front of him but he didn't drink it. He just caressed the rim of the glass absently with his fingers.

The sound of footsteps seemed to wake up the person who was in a daze. He raised his head, and a faint smile emerged:

"Long time no see. Zhi--"

voice, and smile.

At the same time disappeared.

The man sitting at the bar was wearing a dark overcoat and a red scarf, with a pale bandage covering his left eye.

The man standing by the stairs was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, quietly opening a pair of kite pupils.He throws away the ridiculous paper hood.

Osamu Dazai and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, and each thought that the other was a monster.

"..."

"..."

Only softly sung jazz echoes in the air.

"……I don't know."

Finally, the man who was the head of the port mafia spoke up.He spoke with a less pronounced nasal twang, accompanied by a finally hard-to-disguise languidness.

"I don't understand. If you are Osamu Dazai," the leader said softly, "why did you appear here."

Meanwhile the leader puts together the last piece of the puzzle.The chess player hiding in the blind corner of his vision jumped out on his own initiative.

The two men stared at each other in silence amidst the reverberating jazz.There is no pair of twins in this world who understand each other better than them, and no two people understand each other's essence better than the two of them.

— After all, they are all Osamu Dazai.

Before waiting for an answer, the leader continued as if talking to himself, "You deliberately avoided my eyeliner... Well, that's right. Gojo Satoru, Kudo Shinichi, Gin, and those two boys with knives , have these people from different worlds been used by you?"

The man didn't need the other party's answer, but shook his head slightly sarcastically: "It's really pitiful. As a tool to attract my attention, even death has no value."

The man from the Armed Detective Agency finally spoke.When he spoke, there was no frivolous expression on his face that was deliberately amusing. If someone put a mirror between them, they might think that it was just two sides of the same person.Dazai only asked briefly, "You think so?"

When Dazai spoke, his voice was hoarse like swallowing coals from hell, and even the leader couldn't help raising his eyebrows:

"Did you swallow that medicine?" He commented casually, "You are not dead yet."

At the same time, he quickly grasped the details behind this sentence, and in a few seconds, he peeled off the cocoon and spun, and reversed the truth:

"So you took the medicine and burned your vocal cords in advance because you were guarding against people. ...Who were you guarding against? Akutagawa-kun? I see. You have been hiding in the Armed Detective Agency for the past three days, and you knew earlier that Akutagawa-kun could not hear 'Dazai Osamu' The voice is the same. Then the appearance is the same,... I know. Before Dun Jun saw the 'man wearing a sand-colored trench coat and can't peep his face', it turned out to be you."

The leader shook his head gloomily, feeling a little funny.

"Since you have made these preparations in advance, you must know my plan." He almost wanted to sneer: "But why did you appear here, Osamu Dazai?" The leader whispered the name as if calling a stranger's name, "I really don't get it - isn't this the ending all 'Dazai's' dream about?"

Yes, that's right.Dazai had no way to refute this sentence.

The port mafia dominates half of the world, and no matter who succeeds to the leadership position, there is no need to worry about the situation: as long as they are afraid of a new war, the government will take care of everything.

Then, for those who are accustomed to living in the dark world, such as Chuya, Miss Hongye, Mr. Hirotsu, etc., their [home] is still [home], it is still so strong and safe, and there is nothing to worry about.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency need not worry even more.Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was supposed to rush into the port mafia to kill, didn't even plan to follow up with him, let alone a siege against the detective agency.

And for some people who were born in the dark but yearn for the light, such as Dunjun, Xiaojinghua, and Yin, there are follow-up arrangements, even considering Dunjun's unstable psychological state after killing the dean himself, He also used a move that had been concealed for a long time.

As for Oda Sakunosuke, who writes novels with peace of mind...he doesn't need to worry about anything.The man doesn't need to know that this world is the only one in which he can write with peace of mind.Odasaku and his children will live a good life, isn't that enough?

Osamu Dazai and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, and one of them showed a sincere blankness.

"...Sometimes I can almost understand why Kunikida-kun wants to give me a hard headbutt," said the hoarse voice from the Armed Detective Agency. "This is probably the time."

It was rare for him to say this with real emotion, but the leader of the port mafia opened his eyes slightly in disbelief.

"Are you kidding, you?"

The leader was unusually speechless.He glanced sideways almost subconsciously: that was the direction of the emergency exit.

But a moment later, the mafia leader who was almost scared to run away by another self finally chose to ask repeatedly:

"Are you really 'Dazai Osamu'?"

"Or else no one else has my handsome face?"

"You've been telling the truth?"

"Suicideists never lie!"

"You..." The leader paused for a moment, almost feeling that the vocabulary grew a sharp thorn in his throat, hurting him bloody: "You. The purpose is--me?"

After saying this, Taken Dazai in front of him couldn't help shivering a bit, and looked aside.

"You can't say that..." Dazai muttered, "It's mainly for this world. Of course you are second. I'm on the side of saving people..." He was vague, expressing his sincerity. hidden behind words.

'Fool!What do you know?I want to save you. '

'as--'

'Save myself. '

But the instinct of avoidance made the two Osamu Dazai skip this terrible topic at the same time.The leader quickly caught the key word, and asked with a frown, "This world?"

Dazai breathed a sigh of relief, and took up the new topic, "Yes. You already know about the 'Pure White Room'?" He observed the expression of his other self, and immediately got the answer from the expression of the other side that did not change at all: "Then It's easy. I've been a 'bystander' and only this time I can step in. Listen to me: this world is nothing but a bubble phantom, and the sandcastle you've worked so hard to build will be washed away in the next wave. I It is impossible to bring this world to nothing.”

The reasons behind this conclusion are well known to both of them in their hearts.The leader Dazai looked at his other self, with a trace of indifference in his voice, he said slowly, "...I knew it a long time ago. So, what are you going to do?"

Butei Dazai heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled slightly for the first time in this bar, "I've kept back. If I can use the original power of the world, maybe..."

Before finishing this sentence, the faint smile on Dazai's face froze again:

"You do not trust me?"

The leader looked at the other self with a cold gaze, and he looked at the other Osamu Dazai as if staring at himself.

"I don't believe it." He heard his voice without any warmth, "You are just an incompetent man who can't even protect your friends. How dare I bet with you on the only world?"

Osamu Dazai stared at Osamu Dazai, the words hurt both of them at the same time.

The other barely closed his eyes, and opened his mouth again, as if there was still some hole card left unplayed.

But it was too late.

Footsteps came from the other end of the stairs.First came a pair of durable leather shoes, followed by slouchy trousers and a cropped sand trench coat.

Under the hem of the windbreaker, there was an empty underarm holster.

The pistol was being held by its owner.

After finishing the enemy, Oda Sakunosuke was invited to come.