Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

The arrival of Oda Sakunosuke interrupted the tense atmosphere just now.

The two men looked up, showing whitewashed, evasive, barely faint smiles at the same time.

One of them said: "Long time no see..."

The other immediately continued, "Odasaku."

It is not an exaggeration to say that the two young men whose appearance and appearance are exactly the same are the two sides of a mirror.

Immediately afterwards, the two men changed their stalemate a moment ago, and acted as if they were covering up something.

The one who was sitting stood up, took the initiative to go behind the bar, and asked, "Would you like something to drink, Odasaku?"

The other finally took his seat.He took the seat closest to the stairs, took the initiative to vacate the middle seat, and at the same time replied instead of Oda Sakunosuke: "I think it should be 'gimlet'."

The standing one stopped talking.He lowered his head to mix wine, his bandage-wrapped wrists showed a bit of unhealthy thinness, and his movement of identifying wine bottles in the air seemed unfamiliar, as if it was the first time he was mixing wine for someone; but this man was very fast Demonstrates extremely quick learning skills, ready to take the next step with confidence when the bottle is off.

Oda Sakunosuke stood where he was, looked thoughtfully at the young man who was bartending, and looked around the bar with the caution of the former killer.

The pub he first visited was really old.The walls are stained with mottled marks, which are left by customers smoking tobacco for many years; the distance between the bar counter and other seats is not very wide, it is the kind of distance that customers will squeeze and walk past when they come.Generally speaking, this is a bar suitable for chatting nonsense with friends and killing time.

— instead, talk to the mafia chief.

Oda Sakunosuke thought for a while, took out another gun from the holster, walked to the seat left in the middle and sat down.

"No bitter wine." Oda Sakunosuke said.

The standing man, the one wearing a pitch-black coat and a bright red scarf, smiled to himself for some reason.

"I know," said the man, "...I know."

There was a quiet silence in the bar for a while, only jazz was singing softly.

Then the puck bumped lightly in the cup, and a 'screwdriver' and another glass of whiskey were ready.The standing man silently put two glasses of wine in front of the two of them, deliberately avoiding the two guns placed on the bar.

He avoids these two guns like a child who is afraid of flames, and his self-deception is a bit childish that doesn't match his own aura.But neither of the other two pointed this out, and the one sitting in the sand-colored windbreaker on the right was still trying to turn his head away, trying to get this unwanted weapon out of the corner of his field of vision.

After putting down the wine glass, this person also sat down, just to the left of Oda Sakunosuke.For a while, he didn't drink either: the ice ball in the whiskey blended earlier had melted a little, diluting a little of the beautiful amber color.He seemed suddenly a little dazed, and he didn't know why he was a little overwhelmed. ...this is really unbelievable.

The man's kite eyes, which were not covered by the bandages, lingered in the air for a while, before finally thinking of something to talk about.

"Odasaku. I have something very interesting to tell you," he said in a brisk tone, "I finally dismantled the duds by myself before, and I also improved the hard tofu, which is about [-]% harder than the original version! Even the tiger's teeth will be broken!" He was a little proud: "Anyway, I'm better than another idiot, right?"

The other idiot said "Hey—" unconvinced, and said, "Even so, 'Vitality Stewed Chicken' and 'Superman Durable Pot' are definitely no match for me!"

To this, the man responded with a perfunctory and provocative nasal voice, and then said in a clear voice:

"Speaking of which, Odasaku, congratulations on winning the Novel Newcomer Award?"

When he said this, a joyful smile appeared on his face. This smile completely broke through the oppressive aura of a ruler on this man, making him look as young and cheerful as a boy.

At the same time, the man on the right also laughed, shaking the wine glass in his hand slightly, and said in a cheerful tone that Oda Sakunosuke had never heard before: "That's right, Oda Saku's words are fascinating to read, even if you are pinched by Kunikida-kun." I couldn't bear to let my neck down, that's what it said."

...So that's why this guy is lying on the sofa of the Armed Detective Agency and skipping work openly.

Hearing this, Oda Sakunosuke couldn't help but respond.He shook his head and said, "What is published is just a clumsy work when I practiced my pen, and what I really want to write only exists in my head. If grand ideas are like an iceberg, my writing is still just the tip of the iceberg, very clumsy."

The other two laughed at the same time.

"How come..." one of them said.

The other went on to say seriously, "If your words are just the tip of the iceberg, there is no one in this world who can melt the iceberg, Odasaku."

"Thank you," said Sakunosuke Oda, "then, is this a guarantee from 'Shuji Tsushima' or a guarantee from 'Osamu Dazai'?"

For a moment, the sound of shaking the puck stopped.The transparent ice cubes rotate in place in the glass, gradually melting into water without trace.

Shuji Tsushima, Dazai Osamu, who was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, couldn't help showing a sad expression, and still forced a smile, "Odasaku. Listen to me... I definitely didn't mean to deceive everyone on purpose? It's just for Akutagawa Jun, yes, and, mainly, this world..."

Oda Sakunosuke interrupted him: "So the voice and appearance are the same, is it for his sake to deceive Akutagawa?"

Dazai opened his mouth speechlessly, and weakly defended himself, "That was, Akutagawa-kun couldn't advance the plan, he had to make preparations..."

Oda Sakunosuke returned a sharp gaze: "Gathering the members of the detective agency early in the morning, deliberately delaying time after I retrieved the video, and using the children to divert me from the original route, is this also part of the plan?"

The smile on Dazai's face seemed to be broken into pieces. He lowered his eyes to the other side under such questioning, and said from his throat, "That is. To meet another person...for this world……"

"That's enough." Oda Sakunosuke interrupted him a little rudely, "I will report the situation to the president later, this situation cannot be handled carelessly, after all, there are two leaders of the port mafia, and one of them is There is also an undercover agent who went to a detective agency or something... If this information is sold, there will probably be hundreds of billions of dollars in the account."

As he spoke, he turned his eyes to the other side, and he looked at the other "Shuji Tsushima".This person is no different from the picture on the videotape, or from the other "Shuji Tsushima", only quieter, more tired, and a little more lifeless.Aware of Oda Sakunosuke's gaze, the man quietly raised his eyes: At this moment, Oda Sakunosuke suddenly felt that these two people were not so much the two ends of the mirror of the same person, but walking in dusk and night separately. The same shadow.

Adhering to the prudence of the former killer, he waved away irrelevant associations, only adjusted to the highest level of vigilance, ready to face the mafia ambushes in the bar, and asked calmly:

"So. What is the purpose of the leader of the port mafia wanting to meet a small person like me?"

"For, what...?" The leader Dazai repeated in an empty voice.He seemed to be immersed in a dream that was finally broken, and the surging fatigue broke through the man's high defense line for a moment; but in the next second, the leader shook his head self-consciously.He is sober, he has built the wall in his heart again, he is still "Dazai Osamu" and indestructible.Another second passed, and the leader Dazai replied softly:

"It's to say goodbye, Odasaku."

"Not trying to say 'goodbye' to someone like you."

Oda Sakunosuke sharply retorted:

"I ask you—did you give the order to target the mafia sent by the children?"

What should I answer?What should I answer?

Say "Guerrillas were ordered to protect children"?Say "This move is actually to test the position of the two boys with knives"?Saying "I did all this for you and the world"?

Dazai didn't say anything.

He just smiled, raised his pale face, and faced the muzzle of the black hole without any resistance.Invisibly, some thread finally broke. It had been frayed to the last thread. Oh, it turned out that this was the bright red sling tied around his neck.He is willing to die and has no regrets, at most, he feels a little unwillingness for the ending of the book that Oda has never finished; he should have died long ago, Dazai thought, there is nothing wrong with letting Oda out of anger Yes, no one will know the truth anyway, and no one will be burdened.What's left?Oh, yes, there are Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa-kun, and I have to entrust the 'book' to those two people... But isn't the "Dazai Osamu" of the other master world here?No Osamu Dazai would leave this world alone, so it's okay to leave the rest of the mess to this guy.

die.or die.Dazai didn't complain, but was a little surprised: it turned out that he was still in pain. ……Why?Was it because Odasaku was going to shoot in Lupine's bar?

I'm so sorry.Dazai thought endlessly in his heart, boss, bloodstains are hard to wipe off, huh?Especially his black and dirty blood.

Dazai opened his mouth.

"It's me." The leader Dazai said.

"No!" Taken Dazai shouted.

His chest rose and fell sharply as if he was suffocated, and then he squeezed out a voice through his teeth in pain, "Don't...don't, don't shoot, Odasaku."

He also wanted to say something like "We're friends in my world..." or something.He couldn't say it.After all, these words melted in his throat, stronger than poison, making him bite the tip of his tongue hard to catch his breath.

Through the muzzle of another gun, Dazai looked sadly at the friend and another self who survived in this world.

In the air, only jazz is still flowing quietly.

A female voice without lyrics hums farewell. ...always parting.A fateful parting from which human beings cannot escape.

"...If you believe me," Taken Dazai said hoarsely, "No. If you don't believe me, please think about the president and Mr. Ranpo. I am a special admission agency after passing the temporary assessment member."

Dazai repeated his promise.

"It's going to be okay. No matter what, everyone will be okay. Neither me nor that guy will let this happen. So..."

"So. At least here, can you not shoot?"

"..."

Oda Sakunosuke thought for a moment, moved the muzzles of the dual pistols down, and disarmed slightly.

The leader Dazai couldn't help but smiled quietly.

"Thank you."

Hearing this sentence, Oda Sakunosuke and the leader of the port mafia looked at each other for a second, and then his face changed drastically!

Responding to this thank you was a sudden gunshot——

Oda Sakunosuke, shot.