Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

——everyone waited with bated breath.

This is not something incomprehensible.

Even after a heart-wrenching week, when the key node of "Lupin's Bar" appeared, even if the heartache was so painful that tears could not flow... [Bullet Screen] still reluctantly took a breath and watched... at least Watch this man go to the end he chooses.

And through the fragmented speeches on the bullet screen, the "Lupin Bar" incident in the first episode was restored again.

This is not a difficult task for the three people in the pure white room.

The only thing that is difficult to understand is "pushing away the only two friends" - the reason why Dazai is willing to do this.

but.

As time went on, it became difficult to even shift your gaze to the left screen.

The remaining strength in the body seems to be to stare at Dazai... only the strength to not blink.

The man on the screen looks unchanged.

Black, red, pale.The eternal three primary colors have become the symbol of this man like a brand.

——But if you think about it carefully, the man who is always fixed at this moment has only been wearing this suit for four and a half years.

Dazai walked through Yokohama under the setting sun.

He emerged from a back room behind the harbor mafia chief's office without alarming anyone.

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.

Dazai didn't know that his expression at this moment completely overlapped with another self.In fact, he doesn't need to deliberately imitate, he has to put on a funny look, as if he has forgotten the real shape of the smile.Osamu Dazai and Osamu Dazai are really the front and back of the mirror, there is no need for him to put on a mask of an armed detective agency to face the visitor.He didn't know that he didn't need to be cautious... Naturally, he didn't know that even his tiny movements and demeanor along the way were exactly the same as the man who walked this road in a certain timeline.

Dazai 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 discarded here.His movements were nimble 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.

The door was naturally closed tightly, exuding the meaning of refusing the invitation.But the leader didn't mind, and instead smiled: This is the reason why he arrived here early.

Dazai went through the door. Lupine Bar is a tavern located in the basement. Frankly speaking, the area is not large, and customers have to turn sideways when they walk through the aisle; not to mention that the bar is still old, and even the walls are showing traces of soot blackening.But Dazai laughed instinctively when he stepped on the wooden stairs.He couldn't help thinking back to those nights: the moment when he sat in this bar drinking without making an appointment in advance, as if he met by chance, the round and smooth ice ball hit the glass wall with the shaking, making a crisp sound, and he kept complaining about something Boring trifles, even chatting to pass the time like this is very relaxing...Three people clink glasses together...The first and last photo...The next second Dazai realized that this was not actually his own memory, he was a little It hurts, but I get used to it.He smiled again and shook his head.

Dazai walked through the mottled fantasy.He went to the bar.The bartender with gray hair on the sideburns nodded, put down the cloth for wiping the wine glass calmly and calmly, as agreed in advance, took nothing away and saw nothing, turned and walked out .

Dazai looked at the back of the bartender quietly, and wanted to stop him for a moment, and said to him: "Come talk to me."whatever.Is there a bottle of detergent hidden in the bar counter?Or what about a hammer?Or the special spicy curry rice?Oh, boss, I haven't even heard your voice for a long time. ...The next second Dazai realized again: This is just his first time setting foot on Lupine, no matter what sense it is the first time seeing him, how could he make a rude request here?The shapeless glue stuck to the two lips that could provoke the entire enemy forces to kill each other, and Dazai was speechless.

Since there is nothing to say, it is better to act.

Dazai stood there in a daze.His brain, which was running a huge plan all the time, was a little dizzy, as if... Right, Dazai thought, he must be slightly drunk from the smell of wine in the air of Lupin's bar.It is rare for him to give up thinking about layout, power, bribery and arms.Standing at the anchor point where everything begins and ends, Dazai suddenly doesn't want to think about anything. ...just let him fool himself for once.

The man quietly walked behind the bar, his eyes lingering on the wine cabinet.He stretched out his hand towards the 'screwdriver' without even thinking about it, then hesitated halfway, and slightly retracted it.The long, slender index finger of the same unhealthy color lightly brushed the wine bottle, and the touch of the glass directly touched the pulp of the finger, leaving a cold touch - and the fingerprint of the mafia leader.But Dazai didn't care too much about this: it was going to end anyway; from today onwards, the "fingerprints of the former leader Osamu Dazai" would probably fall from the black market list and become the least valuable thing. ...that's not bad.

So, what did he mix himself a glass of.

It's hard to tell when the last time Dazai drank alcohol. In short, those alcoholic Dazai in negotiation occasions would not classify them in the column of "drinking".However, when Dazai looked at the rows of familiar wine names, he focused slightly: he felt that these wine names were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't tell why.This made Dazai a little confused, and finally attributed it to the fact that he used to... Ah no, no, as expected, it was another memory of "Osamu Dazai".

This thought made Dazai want to smile bitterly again.I don't know why since he came to Lupin, he has thought of that guy in the main world several times in succession.But this is nothing to do after all, Dazai lowered his head slightly for a moment, looking at the dim light above the bar, relying on the reflection of the glass on the wine bottle, he stared at himself and his own shadow, and in a trance, he had the illusion Another self seems to have been in this bar as well.

……never mind.He must be overtired.What a fool here.

Dazai waved away this absurd idea.His fingers lingered for a while, finally passed the whiskey and rested lightly on the gin bottle.

His bartending movements were obviously unfamiliar, as if he was bartending for the first time; but his learning speed was so fast, it didn't take long for him to find the barware and materials he needed.Dazai put ice cubes in the shaker, poured out the ice cubes after washing the glass with bitters, then poured gin and Belmode vermouth into the shaker... After thinking for a while, Dazai Adjusted the ratio: Sure enough, it is better to be sweeter.After shaking evenly, Dazai poured the wine into the wine glass. When decorating, Dazai hesitated. He chose the green one among mint, lemon and olive. --finished.This is a dry martini.

Holding the wine glass, Dazai took the seat in front of the bar counter, the innermost place.He vacated all the seats on the right.

Now, the air is full of the smell of dry martini, and it lingers, like a large loyal and clingy animal, somehow always think of a large silver-haired dog, or a small and Classy cat. ...Oh, this association is too nonsensical, isn't it?Even if no one complains, they can't be so unconstrained.Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth when he was amused by his wonderful metaphor, and lowered his head to take a sip of his wine.The colorless and transparent wine moved slightly and poured into the man's throat.

"..."

Wait a moment,

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to just wait like this?

Osamu Dazai shouldn't have thought this way.He has never been a person who lacks self-confidence, but at this time he is a little nervous.He wondered if the atmosphere was so stiff that he had nothing to say... No, no, no, no, it's not possible!That is to drink with each other comfortably while enjoying music and bel canto.Finally convincing himself with this reason, Dazai walked down from the bar chair with his long legs straight, and approached the record player in the corner.He didn't use a record player himself, but after a few fiddles, the stylus turned smoothly, and a jazz-style gentle female voice came from the vinyl record that was already in place.

Singing farewell is a very good song.

Dazai was taken aback by this predestined coincidence, and then closed his eyes with some relief:

Isn't it a good life to be able to say "goodbye"?

He sat back down.This time Dazai didn't feel uneasy anymore.The smell of wine, the dim yellow lights.bar counter.Tobacco smell.Wooden stairs.The sound of footsteps coming from the stairs... He has been waiting for a long time, in thousands of lives.

At this moment Dazai didn't know why he felt a severe pain from his left shoulder, which was like piercing his muscles and bones. At this moment, Dazai raised his head and looked at the person coming through his long eyelashes.

Then a faint, barely visible smile appeared.

"Ah, Odasaku. Long time no see." The young man in a black coat said, "Isn't it too early for a drink?" *