[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

Odasaku stood in the middle of the room, and there was only one enemy left who still had the strength to confront him, and this was the same for his enemies.

"Why don't you kill people anymore, Odasaku?"

He came for determination and revenge, but Gide's question caused him to think.

Oda Sakunosuke remembered the blood on his hands, and he remembered that he also had a past that lingered as an empty ghost. Perhaps it was for this reason that he felt that he could understand Gide's pursuit and pain.

"Because, I want to be a novelist." Oda said, "In order to obtain the qualification to write the ending of the characters in the story, I vowed not to kill anyone again."

"If it wasn't for the end of the day, I really want to wish you the ideal." Gide looked at Oda Sakunosuke sincerely, "If it had been earlier, I would have changed my life just like you. Well, maybe the way things end will be different from now..."

"I should have agreed with your idea."

Oda Sakunosuke told him calmly.

"I understand you, but Gide, it was talking to you that made me realize that I am not like you."

Oda Sakunosuke has heard the saying that people will see the revolving lanterns of life before they die, but he is not sure whether everyone looks back on their lives from the same perspective as him.

He saw that he put down his gun himself, from a killer to an unknown person at the bottom of the organization, busy with trivial matters every day, and later he adopted five orphans, and his already meager salary became even more embarrassing.

After he had family, he had friends, and they shared many times drinking distilled spirits on ice balls in cramped speakeasys.

Later, he met a woman who loved the same story as him.

He never confided his beliefs and ideals to her, but he always felt that she had already seen his dream—a house by the sea, children, pens and manuscript paper.

—he has a reader.

Oda Sakunosuke changed from a ghost to a human being little by little, and amidst all kinds of troubles that he had never experienced before, he carried out his own life with flesh and blood.

"Gide, I will probably die here, but this is the cemetery you chose for yourself, not mine."

Their muzzles were aimed at each other, and under the interference and overlapping of the supernatural field, no one could predict what the next two bullets' trajectories would lead to.

After Gide left, his soldiers also retreated outside, and the corridor in front of the cell became empty.

Presumably when choosing the base, Mimic hadn't considered using it as a place to imprison hostages. The locks used in the cell are quite old and clumsy.

Kawasaki Cheng took off the hairpin pinned to the back of the neckline and covered it with long hair, poked it into the keyhole, and touched the deadbolt without much effort. Thanks to the past for insisting on showing Cheng "how to open the door without a key." Dazai Osamu who opened the door smoothly.

But it may be because it is too old, the lock tongue has not been fully bounced, and it is stuck in the rusty keyhole halfway. She stretched out her hand from the gap in the railing, hooked the lock ring with her fingertips, and tried her best pull.

With a heavy and rough muffled sound, the pulled lock fell to the ground, Cheng curled up his bloody fingertips, pushed the door open, took a last look at the sleeping little girl, and turned to stare at the door at the end of the corridor .

There was at least one armed soldier outside, how to break out of the siege became the first problem that Cheng had to consider... If the first bullet did not hit the part that would kill him, and he could barely support it with healing——

She soon found that there was no need to think about it any longer.

Because the black beast slammed through the door, and then the pale boy appeared in front of Kawasaki Summi.

This neat and rough approach to the stage reminded her of the phone booth a year ago.

"Sorry, Miss Cheng."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke said.

"I'm late."

Akutagawa, who led the first assault force to enter from the side, heard the news that Kawasaki Summi and Sakura were found alive, and Dazai Osamu felt relieved.

"Great……"

But now is not the time to completely relax, and the life and death of another person that Osamu Dazai cares about is still unknown.

He rushed into the bungalow, crossed a field of corpses, and found Oda Sakunosuke lying in a pool of blood.

"Odasaku!"

Sakunosuke Oda, with a bullet through his chest and starting to struggle to breathe, was the moment when he realized the end of his life most clearly.

Even so, he smiled when he saw Osamu Dazai.

"Dazai...it's great to see you again."

"Stop talking, Odasaku..."

"No, Dazai, I have something to tell you," he said, "I know why you stay in Hong Kong, because you want to find a reason to live in violence and death—but Dazai, this is the reason for finding not reach."

"Odasaku."

Osamu Dazai was stunned, he saw his own hesitation in the gentle eyes of Oda Saku.

"So, what should I do?"

"Go to the side that saves people."

After saying this, Odasaku could almost hear the footsteps of death, he took out a cigarette with great difficulty, brought it to his mouth, then tremblingly took out the matchbox——

Before death came, it was another person who came first.

Kawasaki Summi, who tried his best to come here, snatched the matchbox from Odasaku's hand.Her chest was still heaving due to the intense movement, she knelt down beside Oda Sakunosuke and took his hand.

"Cheng?!" Dazai Osamu's eyes flashed with hope, "Cheng, save him, don't let Odazuku die..."

Kawasaki Sumire lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Osamu Dazai's voice suddenly became weak.

"A Cheng..."

"Dazai... Anyway, I still have something I can do."

She whispered, leaning down.

"Mr. Oda, can you hear me?"

Odasaku, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, responded softly.

"Sakura is fine." Kawasaki Summi said, "Now she is asleep."

"Really...that's great." Odasaku couldn't see anything, but he could feel tears streaming down his face, "In this way, I have no regrets..."

"Really not?"

Cheng interrupted him.

"Sakule will wake up, how will she survive in this world without you, Odasaku—"

Her voice suddenly softened.

"Think about it, after the matter is over, you left here together, you don't have to go to the sea to settle down, the warm southern country or the cold northern land are also fine, there are so many scenery in the world that you haven't seen, let alone Saki happy……"

In Cheng's description, Odasaku slowly closed his eyes.

He saw him taking Sakule on a trip, walking through hot springs and snowy mountains, wherever he went, he took a pen and paper with him, and in every place where he first met, he always sat by the window to write.

As the seasons turn and the time changes, Saki Le will gradually grow up, and his manuscripts will also increase.One day, he ushered in the moment to give Sakura's hand to another man, and at the same time, he finally got up the courage to send these words to his readers.

How would the other party evaluate those stories?

Odasaku thought.

I really want to know...

At a certain moment, Kawasaki Summi stopped talking.

The dream she wove seems to still remain in the air, but the dreamer...

Osamu Dazai's face turned pale.

"Odasaku..."

Finally, Kawasaki Summi spoke in an almost whisper.

"Goodbye."

Kawasaki Summi was wearing a jet-black long skirt, holding the arm of Dazai Osamu who was also in mourning.

Oda Sakunosuke's funeral was carried out in a very small area, and the process was extremely simple. Finally, he was buried here... a cemetery with a view of the sea.

"Will the funeral be too simple? I hope Odasaku won't be angry about it."

Osamu Dazai put a bouquet of pure white flowers in front of his tombstone, and then took a group photo, in which the three of them were smiling.

After Osamu Dazai, Cheng put three books between the photos and the bouquet. This is Oda Sakunosuke's favorite novel, including the first, middle and lower volumes.

"Mr. Oda will not be angry, he is not a person who cares about red tape."

Kawasaki Sumori said.

"He will also agree, no matter whether the rhetoric is simple or gorgeous, the most important thing is that the story must continue."

"A Cheng..."

Kawasaki Summi gave Dazai a small smile.

"Speaking of which, Saki Le has already found a suitable adoptive family."

Saki Le has been in this orphanage for nearly a month.

It is far away from Yokohama, and there is no one she used to know. Although the staff and other children are very friendly, she still doesn't like to play with others. In the past month, the most she has done is to stare blankly by the window sill .

Despite her depression, Sakule still lives hard like other children, because she always remembers what Cheng said in her ear when they parted.

"Sakule, this is a secret that can only be told to you, as long as you are willing to wait, there will be a day—"

She didn't have to wait long for that day.

On the day she was told to be adopted, Sakuru saw the man outside the window.

He was dusty, wearing a worn-out suit, and his hat was pulled down, but he could still see the dark red luster of his hair under the sun.

He was holding a book in his hand, like the second volume of some story, the book had turned to the last page, and there were traces of cutting where the ending should have been written, but now it was attached to a new paper, with handwriting on it A line of words is the address of this orphanage.

——"Sakura, I've been waiting for a long time."

"I have thought about it for a long time."

A month after Oda Zuku's funeral, Osamu Dazai suddenly said.

"What do you mean by what you said to Oda Saku?"

Cheng looked up from the copy to look at him.

"Which sentence did you say?"

"You asked Oda Saku if he really had no regrets."

"That..." Cheng said slowly, "That's just a statement of facts. People who really don't care about dying can't avoid the bullets fired at the heart in such a severe battle..."

- bang

"Cheng?"

Osamu Dazai, who accidentally smashed the thing in his hand to the ground, reconfirmed to Kawasaki Summi.

And the latter stood up.

"Come on, Dazai, let's go to the beach."

Dazai drove the car very fast, keeping his lips tightly pressed all the way to the seaside cemetery.

They came to Oda Sakunosuke's tombstone again.

The bouquets that were last placed here have withered, and by contrast, the photographs and books are gone.

Osamu Dazai stood there for a long time, not knowing whether he was looking at the tombstone or the sea.

Kawasaki Sumina took two steps forward and hugged Osamu Dazai into his arms.After about ten seconds, she felt the person in her arms trembling slightly.

"A Cheng..."

Osamu Dazai called her name with a slightly choked voice.

Cheng patted his hair.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, Dazai, others can't see it."

They hugged each other, except for crying, only the sound of the sea wind rolling up the waves could be heard for a while.