Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Ever since Dazai left the port mafia headquarters building, Kudo Shinichi began to notice something was wrong.

No.It's not that his understanding of micro-expressions can give him a glimpse of clues from Dazai's face... Kudo thinks he can't do that yet.He just, just witnessed that look on the faces of many, many people.Kudo Shinichi couldn't help holding his heart and holding his breath, and if he could, he felt like he was diving, about to plunge into an endless abyss——Dazai's expression was clearly looking forward to death of.

……finally come.At this moment, Kudo also sighed in the bottom of his heart: It's finally here.The cause and effect that made "Osamu Dazai" push away everyone's hands stretched out to him, and lean back with a smile on his face...

Even after erasing the timeline of the three days of Zhoumu, Dazai unwaveringly chose a place to bury his bones.

Well, the result is obvious:

For Osamu Dazai, the cause of all this must have been preordained by himself long ago.

Once a decision is made, it will not waver.The man sitting on the throne of darkness is probably used to facing everything alone.

And that reason... was silently appearing in Lupine's bar.

Kudo stared at the screen with wide-eyed eyes: a man with ginger hair and a slight stubble on his chin was standing at the top of the stairs in Lupin's bar.The sand-colored short windbreaker, from the color system, I don't know if it has something to do with that Mr. "Taken Dazai"; when he looked around, the man looked calm and didn't panic at all. He memorized all the emergency passages at a glance; at the same time, his shoulders naturally hung down, and he held a pistol in his left hand and right hand. Judging from the proficiency of his movements, it was obvious that this was a double-gunner. ...Wait, gun? !

It’s hard to say whether it’s the detective’s instinct to solve the case or the change in the atmosphere in the pure white room that awakened Kudo Shinichi, brought him back to his senses from the unconscious profile, and shivered subconsciously: the air in the room was almost To freeze.If the murderous intent and hostility could be realized, Kudo thought that he would not be surprised to see a pierced humanoid target on the screen. ...Unfortunately, that is impossible. I hope that the two adults, Gin and Mr. Gojo, can be more rational and mature.In his busy schedule, Kudo turned his head and glanced at the barrage on the left.Sure enough, this strange man was "Oda Sakunosuke".

…………Um?etc?

With a brush, Kudo turned his head back sharply.He caught new news from the barrage, and felt abnormal almost immediately:

【Barrage:

"Tonosuke is you again..."

"Tell me how you want us to die this time with your arsenal..."

"??? That's not right, sisters! Don't die—why did Tonosuke take out two guns when he came up this time?!"

"?! That's right! According to the original if line, Tonosuke didn't even know that the person meeting Lupin was the leader Jae!!!"]

Kudo Shinichi frowned, analyzing the information as if he were peeling cocoons from the barrage.He almost felt a little speechless, thinking about the complexity of this world and the difficulty of solving nightmares: From the perspective of different people, this world seems to be divided into different [plots].If the world without the intervention of outsiders from the pure white space like them is called the [if line], then the last time it failed was the [One Week].The question is... What is the [Main World] that occasionally appears in the barrage?He felt like he was peeling an onion, but Kudo looked at Dazai's expression on the screen and the suffocating pain that he concealed but still revealed, and he didn't need to solve the case to understand: the origin of everything must be related to this "woven fabric" Tiansaku's help".

Now, although Kudo was proud of his rationality and calmness, and secretly complained about the unreliability of the other two adults being overwhelmed by anger, he couldn't help but started to feel annoyed.Why can't we communicate well? Holding a gun will definitely scare the kid, right?Kudo took it for granted, and didn't feel that he was wearing any special filter. ... At this time, he couldn't remember Dazai's identity as the leader of the port mafia, and he couldn't remember how he was forced out of Zhoumu.

Instead of calming down as time went on, this irrational emotional impulse burned more and more intensely.Especially the expression of Dazai on the screen changed accordingly. In this week, Dazai didn't know the existence of the "pure white room", so he couldn't speculate about the prying eyes from outside, let alone so many people silently supporting him. Blessings, I hope he can be a little bit happier... a little bit really happy.And without knowing it, Dazai didn't try to hide his true emotions, or in other words, he covered it up, but he couldn't cover it up effectively.

It's like some kind of tacit understanding that no one knows, or maybe this is a safe haven that shelters from wind and rain.When he was in Lupine with Oda Sakunosuke sitting beside him, Dazai Osamu was just Dazai Osamu. He was not the ruler of the Time Government, the overthrower of the magic world, the successor of the Men in Black Organization,... and no longer The leader of the port mafia.He smiled, and there was bitterness in the depths of that smile; he was almost dazed when he lowered his eyelashes, and the fatigue rooted in his bone marrow caused him to have a sluggishness visible to the naked eye when he was drinking alone; It can be seen - the forced smile on Dazai's face is as thin as a layer of paper shell.

The three people in the pure white room felt the same degree of pain almost at the same time.

Perhaps, among the three, Kudo Shinichi is the one who accepts the fastest.

When they met for the first time, the Dazai in his eyes was pale and fell silently on the back seat of the car.From then on, Kudo couldn't help but have a desire to protect the child, even after experiencing so many things and witnessing Dazai Osamu's methods with his own eyes, he still couldn't stop.Perhaps, he is self-aware of this.Perhaps, it is because of this first aspect.Dazai was dying from breathing carbon monoxide, he was dying... but he didn't make a cry for help.It was this first side, through which Kudo touched a certain longing that Dazai usually buried deep in his heart.

For Gin, he watched his husband crumble in silence, as if what he calmly raised was not a gun, but a heart-piercing vine, with a sharp thorn protruding from it, piercing that cold heart smash.At first, he couldn't believe it, and even wanted to believe that this was some kind of strategy and camouflage by Mr. He did not hesitate to pay such a price because he was facing a difficult enemy; but Gin couldn't hide his eyes after all.The killer's calm instinct also repeatedly warned in the back of his mind: no. ……no.If the husband had thought about it, there would have been dozens of ways to kill the man with the gun.But he didn't.Mister didn't kill anyone who dared to offend his majesty... Then, no matter how much he hated him, Gin would not do this.

Gin raised his dark green eyes, hidden under the shadow of the black top hat, staring at his husband without saying a word.

The ruthlessness of a wolf emerges from the cold eyes that are often called "violent dogs".

As for Wujo Wu... Wujo Wu laughed.

In many small details, he was almost carved out of the same mold as his teacher, and thus inherited many habits that belonged to Dazai.The more it hurts, the more you have to smile. This is just one of the tiny things in common.

He leaned back in the chair, knowing that he couldn't stand up from the seat, but now he changed his position slowly, crossed his legs, and crossed his fingers on his knees.

The Patriarch of the Gojo family, who was wearing a high-end black suit, looked up at his teacher with a smile on his face.

"You haven't mixed drinks for me yet... Teacher."

Gojo Satoru complained to himself.

"Now that I think about it, even that thief drank in a bar with you, almost, anyway, that's where I caught him. Anyway, it's a bit unfair."

Those blue six eyes, which had taken off their pitch-black blindfolds, stared at the screen without blinking.

With six eyes with a 360-degree full viewing angle and a brain capable of calculating unlimited mana power, Wujo Satoru can search out the previous scenes from the depths of his memory without much effort.

The pictures turned over in front of my eyes, all of them were lifelike, and all of them were intact.This is what Wujo Satoru has been used to doing for the past 20 years, and it is also the only thing that can bring him comfort... At least the teacher in his memory will not suddenly slip away from him and never disappear again.Gojo Satoru still had the usual light smile on his face, but for a moment, the smile suddenly deepened a little.

--Understood.

The reason why the teacher insisted on leaving, and the reason why he couldn't catch the teacher no matter what.

The reason why the teacher willingly went to die was the reason why he never really chose to die except in the end.

The teacher's subtle smile when he mentioned "Yokohama Landmark Building".

The teacher controls the power of the entire magic world, and has no reason to let go.

The teacher is obsessed with the goal of finding "nullification props".

and also,

"In the other—the original world, you and I are friends. We are drinking in this bar and chatting about boring things to pass the time."

On the screen, the teacher said with a smile.

Gojo Satoru also smiled, and searched out the previous scene in his mind.

autumn night.Showers.

The entrance to the dormitory of the Tokyo Magic College.

Gojo Satoru from [Main World] and Osamu Dazai from [IF Line] faced each other silently.

"You shouldn't."

"Inherited another self—memory?"

At that time, Osamu Dazai asked calmly.

"Another memory of yourself, you'd better not, empathize with it."

Dazai once said his advice like this.

"It's so easy to say, is it possible that you also inherited the memory of another self?!"

At that time, Gojo Satoru retorted angrily.

And when he heard such retorts, how did Dazai respond?

“……………………”

Right, right.

The teacher at that time was silent and did not answer.

——It turned out to be like this.

--So this is ah! ! !

Gojo Satoru covered his face with one hand, and laughed out loud regardless of the surprised gazes of the other two.

He gets it.He got it all.

With the help of the full-view six eyes to observe the live broadcast and the screen at the same time, with the help of a brain whose computing power is comparable to that of a machine, the old scenes are reproduced.

In comparison between the two, Gojo Satoru was the one who came to the pure white room last, but now he has become the one who has all the information.

It turns out...the me who wanted to leave the teacher and the teacher who wanted to say goodbye to my friend are so similar.

Gojo Satoru smiled deeply at this commonality.

And at this moment, Kudo pointed at the screen and exclaimed:

"Mr. Dazai—the one in the sand-colored trench coat," the high school detective called, "I found out where he is!"