Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Dazai is waiting.

He sat on the cold and uncomfortable throne, and for the first time in four and a half years, he pushed all the papers away from him. ——If reason hadn’t stopped him, and at the same time, he was walking on thin ice because of the end, Dazai thought he would not mind tearing up these waste papers full of words, opening the window and letting go of the paper scraps, and passing away with the wind alright.Presumably the cabinet ministers will be very happy.Who cares about the arms smuggling and power over the offshore routes... Anyway, it's none of his business in the future.

Dazai felt that he was in a good mood, light and light, with an incredible sense of lightness.No one is in the office anymore.Dazai sat on the priceless throne, but he just kicked the ground with his feet in disgust, slightly bent his long legs, and sat on the chair and turned around two or three times.

No one is watching here.Dazai turned around, unconsciously bent down and pressed his elbows on his knees, the head that had been kissed by the devil hung down.Dazai let out a long sigh, and when he sighed, he was also silent; when no one knew, he finally let his exhaustion spread, like vines, like river water, like a sling, and finally strangled his neck and tightened it. ... Dazai shook his head, with a hint of satisfaction, trying to show a brisk smile.

Dazai failed.He didn't need to look in a mirror to know that the smile was too pale, probably sullen and silent, neither bright nor funny.Dazai tried to restore a flirtatious smile that could make Kunikida Doppo furious...he failed again.He has taken root too deep in the night. As the leader of the port mafia, he must negotiate deals, be unfathomable, and devote himself to a happy future. In the eyes of everyone, the only thing that appears on this leader's face is the There is impenetrable indifference and cruelty.Dazai had already squeezed himself too hard, it was difficult to squeeze any more vitality out of this silent dying body.

But Dazai was not too reconciled.He didn't know why he suddenly remembered the group of people from the Armed Detective Agency, and he didn't know why he insisted on seeing a face similar to himself but different from himself in the mirror, but the leader pondered for a moment, and he didn't know where to draw a face. Fold the mirror, and practice smiling at the mirror, provocative, contemptuous, unreliable, funny... Dazai raised the corners of his mouth with two fingers, looked at the glasses, and stretched out his hands to cover the corners of his mouth. Only a dead kite pupil.After thinking about it, he covered the bandage on his left eye in the mirror again.

……never mind.

forget it.

After all, the Armed Detective Agency and Dazai rule again.

What's the matter?

Thinking like this, Dazai finally broke free from the sudden fluctuations in his emotions, and his cold rationality resurfaced on the surface of his brain again, telling him the five-step plan that he never dared to forget, and that he would always remember even in his dreams. ...Ah, I almost forgot, Dazai didn't give himself the right to dream at all.

"bell--,----!!!"

What could almost shake the entire headquarters building was the shrill siren from the main entrance.

Ever since the power of the port mafia grew like a monstrosity, few can recall when the last time sirens rang through the skies of Yokohama.

Given that premise, it's no wonder that the mafia, armed with guns, walkie-talkies and hand grenades, swarms the entrance of a building to execute the death penalty on daring intruders?Or at least you can imagine the chaotic scene downstairs, how many subordinates rushed to shoot in a hurry?

But Dazai closed his eyes slightly, and a slight expected smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

At the same time, the communication device he put on the table began to tremble. It seems that some subordinates have judged the seriousness of the incident and began to report urgently to the top. ... Dazai didn't even look at it, he buckled the communication device on the table with his backhand, and jumped off the seat instead.This is really a somewhat juvenile gesture.

What is there to report?Dazai thought calmly.Isn't it just that the enemy walked in from the main building and started killing all the way... Presumably blood foam and internal organs have filled the lobby on the first floor.Still haven't made any progress, Akutagawa-kun.

Yes.It must be Akutagawa Ryunosuke, there will be no one else.

Atsushi Nakajima handed over the black envelope to the Armed Detective Agency, was captured by the information of "Gin Akutagawa" in the envelope, and rushed blindly for revenge like a headless fly directly into the trap, Akutagawa Ryu Nosuke.

It is also the chess piece that has been buried four and a half years ago and... the last step of the plan that has been waiting for a long time.

Dazai laughed again.He knew that such a smile would only make the enemy more alert and disgusted, but he ignored it.He deluded himself thinking that going out for an appointment later would never be like this... How could he be treated like an enemy?This is the last farewell.

Dazai shook his head childishly like a stubborn child unwilling to accept a hypothesis he didn't want to hear.After shaking his head, he seemed to have thrown away his troubles, but his steps became more and more brisk. He walked to the French window in two or three steps, and manually pulled it open through the emergency button instead of the remote control.

----Light.

The light of the setting sun.

Orange light.

Straight into the eyes.

Dazai held his breath for a moment.

He stared greedily at Yokohama outside the window.He looked at this port city, at this enchanted capital.The setting sun spread over the sea like broken gold leaf, and the orange-red hue warmed the five pitch-black tall buildings.Standing in the last sunset of four and a half years, Dazai stretched out his arms slightly, embracing the dusk.

His Yokohama.

his world.

— how beautiful she is.

Osamu Dazai has almost no regrets.

"...,..."

However, for such a tiny moment, Dazai couldn't help but think:

If... this short-lived dream can be extended a little longer.No, just a little longer is enough......

No.

Dazai snuffed out this vague wish before he had absurd delusions and unrealistic expectations in his heart.He knows very well: this world born from the 'book' and folded in the inner pages of the 'book' is just one of thousands of parallel worlds, fragile and insignificant.As long as someone in the main world writes on the 'page', the content in his pen will replace the 'book world' and the 'main world', and the price is naturally the collapse of a certain 'book world', and this This kind of collapse is even silent, no one knows, and it cannot be changed. ...... What miracle is he dreaming about that doesn't exist?Didn't Dazai Osamu should have understood long ago? Such a thing as a "miracle"—

Does not exist.

Dazai lowered his arms and quietly looked out the window.

He waited.

Waiting for someone, waiting for an ending.

Wait for this short sweet dream to end. ...But he doesn't want to see the small world that has been carefully cared for until now covered, so forgive him.Sorry, everyone.Let Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa-kun guard the future, and he will run away first.After all, Osamu Dazai is a coward, right?

In the office where everyone has been ruled out, no one will answer Dazai's sarcasm.Instead, there was a sound from the communication device at the door.Dazai gave a few short orders and let the person in, knowing that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

"Mr. Dazai, there are intruders."

Dun quickly walked into the chief's office and said. *

"It looks like it is."

Dazai replied without looking back, looking at the scenery of Yokohama.

Dun quickly scanned the room: he did not find the two men who had been guarding the leader for a long time.indeed.Chuya Nakahara went overseas on a business trip, and Gingang Akutagawa was pushed out by Dazai with two or three sentences.After a pause, Dun turned his attention to the transparent window again. He hesitated to speak, obviously wanting to ask Mingming, who usually uses electric shading to block the window into pitch black, why it suddenly opened today, and is there no risk of assassination? Does the leader really matter?But the leader's perennial majesty and sense of distance still faintly floated in the air, even though Dazai was looking out the window with his back turned to him.Dun opened his mouth, but finally swallowed back the words of concern - exceeding the rules.

Instead, Dun reported the intruder's intelligence: "Breakthrough the first and second floors, strong supernatural powers,... a man I know."

Dazai was not surprised, but said in a calm voice:

"It's finally here."

Tun was surprised: "You... already know? Akutagawa, this man I met in the cafe, will attack the Mafia?"

Dazai didn't speak, just answered him with silence.

Dun pondered for a while, and then asked, "Then, the photo of Miss Yin in the envelope, could it be you..."

Dazai still responded silently, but it was clear that this was an occasion where both parties could understand without using words.

This time the pause was longer.

After a long period of silence, this young man who almost blended into the night when he was quiet, the "White Death" of the port mafia, seemed to have confirmed something from Dazai's attitude, and said quietly:

"In other words... all of this is within your plan. Can you understand it this way, Dazai-san?"

When Dazai heard this sentence, he wanted to explain a little bit, but the tiredness that came from nowhere suddenly flooded his mouth and nose like a sea wave.He vibrated his vocal cords in vain, but he couldn't make a sound as if he was at the bottom of the river, only the air bubbles slowly floated up from his mouth to the sparkling river surface.This is really absurd, Dazai thought, why am I so tired that I finally fell asleep and was suddenly called up to work overtime?He smiled at this sudden and funny idea, and gave up explaining - anyway, after the life-and-death battle between Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa-kun is over, there is still time.

Thinking of this, Dazai just gave an order: "Fight the invaders, Dun-kun."

After saying this, Dazai turned around and planned to leave the Port Mafia through the secret passage behind the office.

Atsushi Nakajima hasn't left yet.He just nodded his head to obey the order, but now it seems that the leader doesn't intend to stay in the office, and the fear he doesn't know comes from makes him blurt out:

"Mr. Dazai—where are you going?" Atsushi took a deep breath, "Don't, don't go to dangerous places, please...please."

The voice trembled like a carnivore whose tough fur had been stripped off, leaving only the soft and fragile belly exposed.Atsushi Nakajima didn't know that when he said this sentence, his eyes were already full of tears, and he was about to cry in the blink of an eye.But this is too absurd, he... why he... he...

The leader Dazai seemed to have smiled slightly, but he didn't seem to.Hearing his subordinate's useless and incoherent words to persuade him to stay, Dazai raised his hand and placed it on the fingerprint decoder, and only slightly tilted his head, leaving Atsushi Nakajima with a profile of looking forward to something, looking forward to something, and waiting for a knowing ending:

"I'm going to... meet a friend."

Dazai said very softly.