king of yokohama

Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda are obviously still waiting for someone, so you didn't delay the gathering among their friends, and made an appointment with your future royal literati to discuss the details of the contract, and you left the Lupin Bar briskly.

As soon as you leave, the number of customers in the bar is reduced by half, minus the customers who really came to drink and relax, the remaining customers... Huh, Osamu Dazai is not unprepared, it seems true Caring about the safety of his friends also really lacks trust in you.

The mood turns from sunny to cloudy, so you ask Xiao Jing who has already received a driver's license to drive you to the private hospital dedicated to the organization, where there is an analysis report waiting for you to look over.It's the analysis report on the unknown potion that caused you to sleep.

If you don't say anything, you will still feel anxious about the fact that your ability cannot be used temporarily.

For the time being, I don't know what year and month it is.

A year ago, because your body did not recover after the injury, the blood test to study the unknown drug was put on hold. It was not until the beginning of this year that the doctor confirmed that your body had completely recovered and was as strong as a calf. Doing research, I also repeatedly asked you about the specific conditions of your traditional Chinese medicine, such as the state, color, temperature, and changes after exposure to fire, etc. of the medicine.

Your cooperation is not without return.Today those mad scientists are going to present their findings.

And the revenge plan you have laid out for a whole year can be carried out again. This time, Mori Ogai is worried that you will capsize in the gutter again, and specially allows you to bring several cadre-level supernatural beings together to deal with your private affairs.

Amano Li's head, you are determined to win it.

Things don't seem to be going as smoothly as you imagined.

"Master Xin, are you sure that the potion will turn into a pale pink mist when it encounters fire?"

"I'm sure."

"The true identity of the unknown potion is not a poisonous substance, but...purified human blood."

Holding the analysis report in his hand, the senior researcher seemed to feel that he knew something he shouldn't know. He hesitated, and finally stated the test results in the face of irrefutable facts.

"Whose blood?"

"The blood of the supernatural being."

Your numbers are not sensitive, and when you see the test sheet, you feel a headache, so you just glanced over it, and put the sheet on the research table casually.Hearing that the source of the blood is a supernatural person, you suddenly stopped walking back and forth in the laboratory, and turned around suddenly to look at the other party, with sharp eyes, and no lie can hide it.

After confirming that the other party did not tell such a lie that can be seen through with a little verification, you closed your eyes, opened them after a long time, and calmly picked up the test sheet on the research table, put it into the shredder, and heard the sound of the machine starting up. buzzing.

"Who else knows about this?" You asked in a deep voice looking at the confetti falling into the trash can like snowflakes.

"The two assistants who are working with me. There is no one else." The researcher immediately replied nervously, for fear that you would order him to silence you if he replied a little later.

"Remember to keep your mouth shut." You waved your hand to signal the coward to back down, and said flatly.

You are the only one left in the laboratory full of cold equipment, the ticking sound of electronic equipment is even more dull, and the atmosphere is terribly dead silent for a while.

You slammed your fist on the glass shield, almost biting your lower lip to bleed, suppressing the angry growl in your throat, but your body trembled uncontrollably.In an instant, spider web-like cracks appeared on the glass, and then it shattered and fell to create a hole. The sharp glass pierced your fist, and the bright red color snaked down along the cracks in the shield that were not completely broken.

The book told you that in this world, there is only one person who has the blood of the supernatural being who can eliminate the supernatural power.That person invited you to a bar two hours ago to exchange feelings.

"A few years before Dazai, was there any record of serious injury and excessive blood loss?" You asked yourself to yourself, and then came up with the answer, "There was once."

But Chuya has always been very measured in his strikes, otherwise Osamu Dazai would have been beaten to death by him long ago.

I don’t know why that time, Chuya’s attack was particularly ruthless, breaking two of Dazai’s ribs, and he was sent to the hospital for more than a month.At that time, you habitually felt that Osamu Dazai had asked for his own death, so you didn't pay much attention to it.Later, Zhong also came to you to explain that he didn't hit so hard, and he didn't know what was going on, so Dazai flew out.You didn't take it to heart either.

Thinking about it now, you feel that your habitual thinking of "it must be Dazai and you don't need to care about it" is very scary.

This kind of inertial thinking that is above logic is like mentioning suicide lovers to people in Yokohama, and everyone thinks of Osamu Dazai.It will make people ignore some things he did outside of suicide, which is very convenient for him to hide his true purpose.

Because you have also used Mori Ogai's inertial thinking towards you, you are very proficient in this trick, but you didn't expect that when it was your turn, you fell into a thinking trap unknowingly.

Osamu Dazai said that he is in the hospital, is he really in the hospital honestly?You are very suspicious.

The blood of supernatural beings is extracted from the human body and purified to make medicines. Such human blood is not a small amount, and drawing too much blood at one time will cause people to lose too much blood and die. Even voluntary blood donation is impossible. Give every week.Did Osamu Dazai really be unaware of the loss of so much blood?

The shreds of that analytical report in the trash can aren't enough to convict Osamu Dazai, but suspicion is.

If Osamu Dazai has a way to prove that this blood was forcibly or secretly obtained from him by someone else through some means, instead of being given out by him actively colluding with Vongola's people...

You prefer the former.

Because you can't think of any reason for Osamu Dazai to collaborate with the enemy to frame you.

The seeds of doubt have been planted in your heart, just waiting to take root and germinate one day.

After leaving the laboratory, you went straight to the headquarters building, and unabashedly went to Nakajima Ling's office.

Because you didn't pay attention to it at the time, you have already forgotten where Ling hid that document, so you had to search blindly.Finally, after dismantling most of the office, I found what you wanted in the third cabinet at the bottom left of Ling's desk.

After a lapse of more than a year, you want to read the document that Ling offered to you before but which you refused at the time because you thought it was unnecessary.

Abnormal want to see.

Anomaly wants to prove that Osamu Dazai has nothing to do with something.

The male you once asked Osamu Dazai what he wanted, and he chose to remain silent.Silence is actually an answer, and this answer is more intriguing.Perhaps Osamu Dazai himself couldn't figure out what kind of life he should have.

When you were a woman, when Osamu Dazai drove Ryunosuke to visit you, you also asked this question.Osamu Dazai answered that time, he said as long as the young lady is happy.

Your response to this is to pick up a pillow next to the bed and throw it at the hippie smiling Osamu Dazai. As a result, you hit the stubborn Ryunosuke. He explained that he didn't catch it because he didn't have Mr. Dazai's permission. Use powers.

You are shocked.Osamu Dazai actually taught your intended left and right hands to look like this in a few months.

Osamu Dazai is a poisonous person, you don't believe a word he said as long as you are happy.The friendship between the two of you has not reached this point, and it always feels hypocritical to express it deliberately.

In this world, who would be nice to another for no reason?Even if it is Oda Sakunosuke who adopts orphans, who can say that his purpose of adopting orphans is not to satisfy his inner morality?

You couldn't help thinking of Feng, of Feng who begged to follow you not long after Chun left you, and of the comfort that Feng's face brought to you at that time.

Feng also told you at that time that he didn't want anything, as long as he stayed by your side.But what happened?People who keep saying they don't want anything, then betray your trust and get everything.

Feng has always been so affectionate to you and obeys all your orders.But what happened?He sticks to you loyally, but secretly seeks his own personal gain without bottom line.Even if he asks you to forgive him with death, what can he change?

In this world, how can there be people who don't want anything, as long as you are happy?Even the book said that as long as you are happy, it is all for the uniqueness of you.

So you think Osamu Dazai must have a conspiracy.

He treats you completely differently from other people. He hides his true nature in front of you, pretends to be a gesture, and even if he is dissatisfied with some of your behaviors, he will not say it. Instead, he will praise you. trust.

Then......

To tear you down from where you are, to step on you to higher ground.

Is that what you reasonably guessed?

Is it possible for such a thing to happen out of nowhere?

Nakahara Chuya who told you that Osamu Dazai is not a good bird, Ryo Nakajima who reminded you of Osamu Dazai's suspicious actions, and Ogai Mori who was jealous of Osamu Dazai... Could it be that they only treated Dazai because they were suspicious? Is this the attitude of Zhi?

If just a stranger told you that there is something wrong with Dazai, then you would not believe it, but if many wise acquaintances told you that there was something wrong with Dazai, then...there is a high probability that it is really Dazai There is a problem with treatment.

It’s not a close relative who is connected by blood. How can people not have their own selfish desires and suppress their selfish instincts just for the benefit of another person?

How could Osamu Dazai have nothing he wanted?

You think that people who behave like nothing are really scary.

Because you don't know what he really wants, whether one day it will be the place under your butt, or in other words, your life.

With a lot of thoughts, you opened the information collected by Ling.

After reading the document, you go to the sink and pour a handful of cold water on your face to force yourself to calm down.

You originally thought that Osamu Dazai and Osamu Dazai were friends no matter whether you were a man or a woman, but now it seems that he didn't regard you as a friend at all, and was plotting against you from the very beginning.

It turns out that he has been plotting against you since then.

A familiar burning sensation came from your body, and you looked up at the young man in the mirror, at his long silver hair with drops of water, at his slightly feminine and handsome face, at his cold and affectionate eyebrows and eyes with frost, Looking at his pale lips slightly pursed.

The bandage-wrapped right fingertip touched the cold mirror surface, making a crisp sound, which woke you up.You barely evoked a smile, and the young man in the mirror frowned accordingly. Only then did you have the real feeling that you and the young man in the mirror are essentially the same person.

After changing into a men's suit, you walked out of the bathroom steadily, and walked to the window to look out habitually.Confetti-like white snow fell from the clouds, gradually covering the muddy night of the entire city that had just been washed by rain.

so beautiful.You hide all the sharpness in your blood-colored eyes, revealing a touch of sensual softness.

Taking out your mobile phone, you called Osamu Dazai who was probably still drinking with friends in the bar. You didn't look angry at all, and you easily hummed along with the strange ringtone in your ear.

"Miss?" He seemed a little surprised that he would receive your call at this time.

"Azhi. Can you see the night sky over there?" You even laughed softly.

"I'll take a photo with my friend, and I'll go and see later... Did something happen over there with the trade wind?" He had a pleasant voice with a touch of drunkenness, and his worried words were expressed very naturally.

"Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that it's snowing."

"..."

There was a shallow breathing sound from the other end of the phone, and Osamu Dazai did not speak for a while.

What kind of mood is it to want to tell another person the beautiful thing of "it's snowing".

What kind of direct love words have nothing to do with implicitness.

"After taking the photo, can you come to see me? Azhi."

When Osamu Dazai arrived, you were sitting on a swivel chair, leisurely playing with a revolver/gun, and put a bullet into the cylinder in front of him.

Your slightly drooping thick long eyelashes seem to be dyed with ink, coated with a layer of warm gold in the dim light, but those purple-red pupils are full of frost that is about to come from the wind and rain.

As the master raised his eyes, the storm stopped temporarily, and you calmly watched Dazai Osamu who seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly smiled, "Aji, before I become Melting Snow, let's play a game first."

With your bandaged right hand, you put the loaded gun on the table with a "snap", motioning the other party to come forward to get it, and then leaned back on the soft chair back with your hands folded, ready to admire his next move response.

The name of the game is Russian Roulette.According to legend, it originated in Russia and is a suicide game, or in other words, a method of execution.

The rules are simple: put one or more bullets in the six magazines of the revolver/gun, turn the wheel any way you want, then close the wheel.Participants in the game take turns pointing their hands/guns to their temples and pulling the trigger.Those who get shot lose, those who suffer from stage fright lose, and the one who survives in the end is the winner.

The bet is life, and the bet is luck.

Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes, which were not covered by the bandage, were soaked in thick darkness, like a pool of stagnant water, as if he was thinking about something.

You didn't rush him.

Do you choose to let fate make the decision, or choose to hold fate in your own hands, point a gun at you, and defect...

You are looking forward to his choice, and you are not afraid to give others a chance to choose.First of all, the book will not allow you to die, and secondly, even if you lose, it will only be a restart of the world, and whoever is afraid of whoever turns the chessboard and restarts the game.

I don't know that you have something to rely on, as if I heard you say something ridiculous, Osamu Dazai laughed creepily, smiling, tears welled from the corners of his eyes, stepped forward, picked up the gun, aimed at own temple.

He moved his index finger, which was pale and bloodless due to excessive force, and pulled the trigger with a "click".

Then......

Nothing happened.

"You win, Aji."

It seems that the planner is not yourself, you watched this absurd scene with cold eyes, closed your eyes and sighed slowly.

Since the heavens are helping him, why do you insist on fighting against the favored ones?

Feeling the supernatural flame boiling up in your body again swallowing the curse of the male drowning spring, you looked down at your bandaged hand——

Because the body was reverting from a male to a female, the right hand with well-defined knuckles and large bones was slowly becoming slender and petite. The bandage that was tightly wrapped to stop the bleeding also loosened and fell to the ground.

"Goodbye."

You smiled and said to the wild dog with a complex expression.

What Mori Ogai is going to do, what Osamu Dazai is going to do, what you are going to do... all kinds of things are entangled, and there is no way to be alone.