Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Getting back to a pure white room—it wasn't a long, hard process.

to the opposite.If Dazai were to describe it, it would be almost like the moment when he entered the water, the moment when the water surface covered his mouth and nose but his eyes were still able to see the light.One breath, one breath, that's it, it's over.Nothing special really.

This level of simplicity is really embarrassing, and it is absolutely unexpected——

Reaching the "meeting point of the world" is so simple.

Thinking of this, Dazai smiled slightly.There is still weightlessness remaining in his body, and the slightly humid sea breeze in Yokohama kisses his cheek, and the hickey was still nostalgic in the last second; the pair of kite pupils looked at the same sunset, and the orange red was imprinted in the retina , Dazai couldn't bear to take his eyes off the magnificent paint painted on this curtain.In the next second, he had already transferred from the height of the fall to the "pure white room".

It is difficult for an over-tired body to quickly adapt to this height difference, and the poison and antidote left in the first eye are still rushing through the blood vessels.Dazai didn't need to measure his pulse, but he knew that his blood pressure might have soared to a dangerous level at this moment.He had a headache, nausea, a racing heart, and looked as pale as his other self.For a moment, Dazai felt uncomfortable from a human point of view, but from another point of view, it was not that he didn't enjoy the process.

- Dazai won the bet.

Using everything he could use, using the 3 minutes of confrontation with his other self, Dazai managed to make a time difference while maintaining the original direction of the world.It was this short time difference that allowed Dazai to make the last, first, and most important move, and it was also this 3-minute time difference that allowed Dazai to survive from falling to halfway.

As for whether he will really die just like that... this kind of thing, haha.

Thinking of this, Dazai couldn't help bending his eyes with a smile.

For him, it wasn't a question to grapple with.

The only pity is that this smile doesn't last long.The moment Dazai stepped on the flat ground, he staggered forward uncontrollably. This time, there was no Fusang God with a sword at his side to support him in a hurry.Dazai didn't care about this, he just supported his knees with his palms in embarrassment, bent over, hunched his back, and coughed until he was dizzy during the transition between breathing and breathing.

……this is nothing.Dazai lazily came up with such thoughts.This kind of price...compared with the profit obtained from the final customs clearance, it is nothing to mention.

"Are you okay?!"

"etc,……"

"……you,…………"

There was an exclamation from the side of the pure white table.The voice sounded intermittent to Dazai, mainly because the air pressure was still inflated halfway through his jump, causing slight tinnitus. ... There is nothing to exclaim about, there is not even a little subcutaneous bleeding, let alone a flower that bloomed from that guy's leap of faith.Dazai thought this way indifferently, waved his hands reluctantly, took a breath, pinched his temples, closed his eyes, and then straightened up.

He still had some fancy for his appearance, although he didn't really care about it in essence, but when Dazai straightened up, he patted the suit and vest on his upper body with his hand: his sand-colored windbreaker was left for another person, how much Give that corpse a little bit of warmth.He himself was wearing a shirt, the cuffs of which were rolled up to the elbows, exposing the layers of bandages wrapped around his arms.The neckline of Dazai's shirt was a little cracked, which was the scar left by Koyo Ozaki's knife from the outer layer of the windbreaker to the inside, and the bottom of the casual trousers was stained with unclear blood.

After standing up, Dazai briefly glanced around the room.

Obviously, Dazai is the only one who is still standing and "not out yet".

On the pure white tables and chairs, they were forced to sit gin, Shinichi Kudo, Satoru Gojo, and Token Fusangshin who had just "resurrected", Yaken Toshiro and Wuhutai.

The famous high school student detective maintained a sitting posture struggling to twist his body, and seemed to subconsciously want to jump up from the chair and run to Dazai's side.However, the rules of the pure white room are immutable. Even if Kudo Shinichi tensed all the muscles in his body, he couldn't leave the seat for an inch.

The one who seems to react more violently than Shinichi Kudo is Fusangshin who has just taken back "humanity" and "life" together.

This time, I saw with my own eyes on the screen the judge who had given everything to protect him, I saw him bet his life to prove a "possibility", and I saw him sleeping in that dark coffin with a smile on his face. ... Wu Hu Tui still had the inorganic coldness after killing the enemy, but tears rolled down those pale golden pupils, almost crying out all the water in the incarnation's body.And Yaken Toshiro had a cold face, the dagger in his hand was half out of its sheath.

It's a pity that everyone was forced to sit on pure white seats.

You can only watch, not participate.

What a desperate fact for these people.

Dazai made no comment.He glanced at the other two with eyes that only contained cold reason.

In the second week, the two who were eliminated first and last seemed to maintain a strange calmness.

Gin lowered his head slightly, instead of looking up at the screen, he let the black top hat slide forward.The shadow covered the upper half of his face, and even his face was vaguely hidden behind the long silver-white hair, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Gojo is the opposite.He put back on the opaque black eyepatch to cover his six glazed blue eyes that can see through all information, but he leaned back there in a posture that almost slipped off the seat, not looking at "teammates." "Don't look at Dazai, don't look at anyone, raise your face, as if staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Seeing this scene, Dazai smiled a little.

And the moment he met Dazai's gaze, Kudo Shin opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

He wanted to ask you, Dazaibu, if you have such a big game, are you really not afraid of what happens?He wanted to say it's disgusting, I really don't know what's going on in the minds of you writers, this is a gamble that involves countless parallel worlds! !You... you Dazai... Kudo finally deduced the truth of all this through the spoiler of the barrage, but he would rather not know it so clearly.Countless complicated thoughts boiled in his head, but at the end Shinichi Kudo found that what he really wanted to ask was actually only one sentence:

You Dazai, don't you, don't it hurt...? !

Anger and sadness burned the eyes of the high school student, and he stared at the young man with a face of nothing but bruises in embarrassment, thinking that Dazai was only 22 years old...but only five years older than him.

However, Dazai turned his head back calmly as if he didn't see anything.

At this moment, all words become pale.

Pity becomes irony.

Sympathy turned into charity.

Osamu Dazai didn't need these.

The reason why the chess game has been advanced to this step is that everyone has made their own choices.

Taking advantage of the last moment in the pure white room, Dazai turned his attention to the bullet screen.

These kite-colored pupils are not like the six eyes, which can receive all the information at once.

But no information can slip through those eyes, especially now that everything is ready.

Dazai glanced at all the barrages that had been brushed layer by layer. He stayed on the fluorescent yellow vip barrage for a little longer. He didn't know what information he could confirm from it, and finally blinked a little briskly.

The other fluorescent-colored vip barrages also seemed to understand something, throwing away the emotional performance, showing everyone's will...and choices.

As for the three-dimensional barrage, they have cried enough.

It was as if he saw the future chosen by Osamu Dazai from repeated failures.

The journey is accompanied by the dark night, and the road is really long, so long that it is almost impossible to see hope.

However, unknowingly along the way, the dots of fireflies were startled by the sound of footsteps, attracted by that person's silent tenderness and loneliness, and silently surrounded Dazai's side.

The road is finally coming to an end.

And the end of the road--

bright.

I don’t know when it started, the simple crying disappeared in the three-dimensional barrage, there was no "save him, save Dazai" over and over again, and no one made an arsenal for carrying the knives of the if thread.

I don't know who was the first to speak out.

I don't know who was the first to think of this sentence.

By this time, the bullet screen was neatly brushed over one after another, all with the same sentence... Last words:

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"People are born to redeem themselves, and they will understand when they are about to die..."

"People are born to redeem themselves, and they will understand when they are about to die..."

"People are born to redeem themselves, and they will understand when they are about to die..."

……

"Man is born to redeem himself,..."]

Yes.This sentence, spoken by Oda Sakunosuke to Dazai Osamu before his death, is true.

It seems that through this sentence, you can get close to Dazai Osamu and Dazai Osamu's heart, even if you can get close to even an inch, a millimeter, or a tiny bit.Danmaku, as bystanders who couldn't even intervene, tried their best to pray for Osamu Dazai.

When Butei Dazai saw this, the first time he recalled the words spoken by Oda Sakunosuke, he did not feel the dead silence and coldness in the curling cigarette, but saw the Yokohama Tachibana outside the window of the port mafia chief's room. red sunset.

one more time.

Dazai said to himself.

one more time.

next time----

Time is up.

A young man wearing only a suit vest and a white shirt disappeared from the pure white room.

At this moment, words appeared on the pure white desktop:

/ In a world that is destined to be overwritten, someone sits in the position of the leader, controlling the giant in the dark.Under his control, there is no place that the tentacles of this illegal violent group cannot reach... /

/Countdown time: 3 minutes/

/Number of Survivors: 1/

The author has something to say: the last, three weeks.

-June 2021, 11

*The truth of the first week: confirm that the if line cannot be succeeded by the method of the leader.The truth of the second week: Make sure that the leader Zai has the will to "live" independently, otherwise the method of the third week will not be possible.