king of yokohama

"Dazai-kun, what's the matter?"

"..."

"Dazai-kun?"

"..."

The person on the other end of the phone remained silent.

You are a little confused, look at the phone screen, it is Dazai Osamu's private number, that's right.

Some sort of bad feeling prompts you to ask, "Where are you?"

Dazai Osamu's light laughter came first from the other end of the phone, and then he announced a place name.

"Wait there."

You hung up the phone, put on your coat and hurried out the door.

On the top floor of the Landmark Building, you see Osamu Dazai.

His back is facing you, he is wearing a white shirt with a stand-up collar and a black bow tie, a black slim vest, beige trousers on his lower body, and a brown windbreaker with a large lapel, which is simple and elegant, wrapped in white The bandaged hands were in the pockets, and the bandages on the neck were also covered by the collar. The overall look was refreshing and cheerful.

This is the first time you have seen Osamu Dazai dressed like this, you were stunned, and found that he was standing on the edge with the guardrail of the roof open, in danger of falling at any time, you said with a cold face, "Osamu Dazai, do you want to die? Hurry up!" come down."

If Osamu Dazai dies, based on the secrets he has mastered in the past few years as a cadre, it will undoubtedly bring another storm to the port mafia.

It's rare to obediently listen to your words and wait for you where you are. The brown-black-haired young man turned to face you and said with a smile, "Before committing suicide, I have to explain something to the eldest lady."

"I'm not in charge of making a will." Feeling somewhat disobedient, you frowned, seeing that he had no intention of coming down, and felt that this time was different from every time Dazai Osamu committed suicide in the past.

"Miss, do you know about 'book', a book that becomes a reality as long as you write something on it." Although it was an interrogative sentence, Osamu Dazai used a declarative tone.

"I have inherited my own memory in the parallel world since the day I awakened my ability, and I know that this world is just one of the infinite worlds in the 'book'. This world has the same intensity as the 'outside' world , there are also 'books' close to the origin of the world."

"I was planning to train Akutagawa and Atsushi like the 'Dazai Osamu' in other parallel worlds...but I found that this world is a little different from other 'Dazai Osamu' worlds."

"Miss, you are actually the only existence in thousands of parallel worlds." Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes were shining brightly, and he seemed to say inconceivably, "With Miss here, those who invade Yokohama to seize the 'book' Even the ambitious people are not to worry about."

The roots of the world will not allow unique human beings to die without authorization, and you, obviously, live and die with the city of Yokohama.

"So?" At this time, you didn't care about the other party's calculations and defection, you couldn't help but stepped forward, and asked with brows, "So you decided to do what you want to do, and do everything possible to rescue him. Under Oda Sakunosuke, and entrust this city to me, will you die selfishly?"

Those who want to die should die.You clearly wanted to say that, but looking at Osamu Dazai's sad eyes, you couldn't say it for a while.

"As long as you die, you can be redeemed from this world." With his back to the sun, Osamu Dazai sighed. The way he sighed makes you feel that the person standing in front of you is not a young man in his 20s , but an old man who was physically and mentally exhausted, "Miss, I'm tired."

The warm sunlight dyed the young man's outline with a layer of golden halo. Against the pale skin, when his tired lowered eyebrows and drooping eyelashes concealed the dim eyes, it gave people a sense of sacredness and purity. .

You closed your eyes and asked in a low voice, "Everything is fine, so you don't have any regrets?"

"It was there before, but not now." People who choose to commit suicide don't even love themselves, how can they love others.

"Aren't you afraid that I will trouble Oda Sakunosuke?"

"You won't do it yourself." Osamu Dazai chuckled.

His trust makes you feel strange.He obviously acted too shrewd because of his dilapidated childhood, his indifference after seeing through the entanglement between feelings and interests, and distrust of anyone, but he put all his eggs in one basket on you.

"Does Miss believe that God loves the world?"

Osamu Dazai asked this question, but he didn't intend for you to answer, he was just talking to himself.

"I don't believe that God loves the world, and I'm even afraid that there is a God in this world. Similarly, I believe in the existence of hell, but I never believe in heaven."

In this world, there may be some people who are favored by the gods.

But those preferences were not given to you, nor to Osamu Dazai.

The brown-black haired young man took his hands out of his pockets, opened his arms, bathed in the warm sunshine, his clothes were blown by the wind, like a dying bird, silent in the wind, embracing the long-lost freedom.

"Tradewind, I like you," he said, "I killed myself the moment I met you."

His mind is so clear that he separates the male you from the female you.

"It's painful for you to be liked by someone like me."

You catch your breath.

Liking you is not a happy thing, so you don't want to create bonds with others, and you don't want to bear the risk of crying anymore, but why did you provoke Dazai Osamu?

"Then what do you want...what do you want?" to survive?

As soon as you opened your mouth, you realized that your voice was hoarse.He wanted to reach out and grab him to prevent him from falling, but he couldn't think of what kind of identity and reason he could use to stop him.

You have watched Osamu Dazai struggling in the dark quagmire until today, but if the result of the constant struggle is still a word of death, then what is the point of struggling?

"I used to want to be redeemed." Dazai Osamu showed a thoughtful expression, with a touch of nostalgia, "but I gradually understand that human beings are all born to die, and only at the end of life can we understand the meaning of life." Truth."

Suppressing the anger that deeply felt the absurdity of the other party's words, you whispered more and more softly, as if you were afraid of disturbing something fragile, "For you, to live is to die?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head, and answered irrelevantly, "I feel very lucky that Missy can come."

When he called you and heard that you were waiting for him there, he suddenly felt that maybe he didn't have such a bad time, and he was still being missed.

The so-called sense of happiness is something like this.

It must be something like golden sand that is silently shining at the bottom of the sad river.

"I've been fighting against this world for so long, can't I persist for a while? Must, must choose to die?" You tried hard to persuade him, even if you have various festivals with the other party, you don't want to see the people around you Such a sad thing happened to me.

Use abilities?Use other coercive means?Should you notify Sakunosuke Oda?

You don't know how to persuade Dazai Osamu to leave that dangerous place on his own initiative.I only know that if the other party is not voluntary, what you save will only be a walking body.

"I'm tired." Osamu Dazai smiled, "Really." The wind passed through his fingers wrapped in white bandages, like a butterfly with broken wings.

Suddenly you lost the strength to get angry with him, your voice trembled slightly:

"If you feel lonely, I will walk with you."

"If you don't want to go, I'll drag you away."

"If you can't walk anymore, I'll walk behind your back."

"In this case, is it okay?"

Can you continue to live?

"..." Osamu Dazai stared at you, his kite-colored eyes shone with luster, and said slowly, "If it's you, Tradewind, you will understand me sooner or later."

After all, you understand from the beginning that death is his own choice, and you can't hold him back.

The bright sky is getting darker little by little. It seems that some clouds pass by and block the sun, casting a shadow on the two of you.

Osamu Dazai raised his head as if feeling something, bent his eyes, and said in a childlike and innocent tone, "Look, the light is gone."

You followed his line of sight and looked up, and saw that the part of the sun's disc covered by the moon was gradually increasing, and the feeling of absurdity hit your heart again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three shots were fired.

You fired a gun at the sun whose light was covered by the moon in the cloudy sky, threw the gun to the ground and kicked it aside, activated the ability, and a dazzling fire burst out in the palm of your hand.

"It's just a eclipse!" You raised your voice and reprimanded the brown-haired young man who seemed to be distracted by the total solar eclipse, looked down at your white palm holding the soft golden glow, and said eagerly, "Dazai! Look, you Come and have a look! The light is here with me!"

The surrounding gray sets off the glowing light of the fire, prompting you to fall into a strange mood, neither sad nor sad, just staring at the pure golden flame for a long time, crystal tears will flow from your eyes .

You close your eyes, no longer look at the gorgeous flames, and raise your eyes again, staring at the person opposite through a layer of hazy water mist.

"Tradewind, thank you."

After a while, as if he had confirmed something, Osamu Dazai smiled in relief, a strange joy appeared in his iris-colored eyes, as if he saw another person who had disappeared through you.

The brown-black-haired young man is facing you, and his footsteps that have already stepped on the edge of the roof suddenly step back, maintaining the posture of opening his arms like a bird, embracing freedom, and lying down in the whistling wind beside his ears during the rapid fall .

"Dazai!!"

The fire in your palm suddenly dissipated, and you suddenly stepped forward and lay down on the guardrail of the roof, reaching out to the falling man in vain, trying to hold something back.

The sky is completely darkened, whether it is because of the coming of night, the erosion of the sun by the moon, or the mourning of the beloved son in this world, you can't tell.

I just feel that on the day Dazai Osamu died, the sun seemed to die along with it.

In a trance, you heard the fragmented echo of a flesh and blood body hitting the cold ground, as if the kite-eyed boy who slyly told you that he likes peach blossoms is still close to your ear, asking briskly:

did you see it?

This is death and my fire that burns my soul and gives me new life.

Your vision gradually becomes blurred, and from a distance of several hundred meters, you can vaguely see that enchanting bright red that is silent in a pool of blood and sorrow, and gradually there is the outline of a stray dog.

The wild dog was covered in bruises and was full of vigilance for everything around him. It stood on the endless wasteland and couldn't see you or anyone.

It finally no longer chooses to linger in the world.

You watched it pull out its minions, you watched it tear its own flesh, you watched it break free from the shackles, abandon its ignorant flesh and blood, and fall into the arms of the goddess of death.

Its always lonely soul lay down among the fragmented corpse after successful transformation, laughing out loud——

And you looked down at him, standing clean and weeping for him.