I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

With the raging flames burning, Rum walked unhurriedly through the corridor that was completely in ruins, and walked towards the fallen target step by step.

"Actually, I didn't intend to do it. In my opinion, everything that gentleman has done is an illusion and is doomed to failure, so the development of the organization in Yokohama and the fate of traitors like you are not important. "

Akai Shuichi fell to the ground, his left hand was bent unnaturally, the corner of his mouth was bloodshot, it was obvious that he was seriously injured in the duel just now.

But he didn't say a word, just propped up his body with his good right hand, barely leaning against the wall, staring coldly at this man full of Italian style, not really wanting to listen to his inner monologue.

But "Rum" obviously didn't take his wishes into consideration, and continued unaffected: "But since it is an order issued by the BOSS himself, I will complete it 100%, because in the heart of 'Rum', that gentleman is god."

"God suffering from paranoia?" Akai Shuichi sarcastically said.

And Rum did not refute, but nodded seriously: "Even if you suffer from paranoia, gods are different from mortals."

Having said that, he seemed to have finally finished what he was holding back in his heart, raised his gun with a joyful face, and his sea blue eyes were as gentle as looking at his beloved lover: "Rum will never disobey his god, so goodbye ,Silver Bullet."

However, it was not an illusion, his right eye hidden under the shadow was bright red for a moment.

Akai Shuichi took a deep look at him, and clenched the bomb switch in his hand, and then the gunfire rang out, and the flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the figures of the two.

But as the second in command of the organization with 100% mission completion, how could Rum be finished like this?

In a restaurant far away from the center of the explosion, a man in a suit appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground in embarrassment, with scorched marks all over his body from the explosion photos.

He got up from the ground, coughed and slapped the dust on his body, and complained frivolously: "Ahem, cough... It's so dangerous, I almost can't come back."

That's right, even if he was only a thread away from death just now, but just escaped from the danger through the space teleportation ability, he jumped up and down like a normal person.

"Rum, is rye whiskey really dead?"

The waiter who was considered inappropriate by Akai Shuichi came over and asked distrustfully, frowning.

In the next second, his pupils constricted sharply, and his body quickly retreated, but a cold light chased after him like lightning, no matter how much he turned left and right, he couldn't get rid of it.

Suddenly, the waiter's back movement froze, his body was blocked by the table, and he could only watch the cold light approaching his eyes.

Then it stopped close to his eyelids, but the camouflage on the waiter's face was affected by the knife storm and slowly cracked, revealing the true face of the young man.

Rum's right arm holding the dagger remained motionless. He smiled at the dark-skinned young man who was glaring at him, and asked, seemingly lightly, "Are you questioning me? Bourbon."

These words were a bit serious. Rum's prestige in the organization was far beyond his comparability. Even Bourbon, who thought in his heart that Shuichi Akai couldn't have died like this before seeing the corpse, didn't dare to say it directly.

Therefore, Bourbon could only be silent for two seconds, and said in a low voice: "...No."

"That's good." Rum said in a gentle voice, and slowly put down the weapon in his hand.

"You and Kiel passed the assessment—ahhh, unlucky, among the three reserve cadres this time, an undercover agent actually sneaked in, and it was the strongest one, the one who stayed..."

The Italian man didn't explain the following words, but Bourbon clearly sensed his regret and disdain, his chest suddenly burst with blood, and he almost rushed to fight the opponent.

Fortunately, he held back, and after giving Rum a hard look, the young man called "Bourbon" turned around and left abruptly with an expression of out of sight and out of mind.

Behind him, Rum looked at his receding back, with an unknown smile on his lips.

Ten meters away, the still working camera faithfully recorded all this.

And Bourbon, who walked out of the surveillance range, let go of his palms and broke out in a cold sweat.

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"Chuya, I want to eat canned crab meat."

"Get it yourself, isn't it in the refrigerator?"

"Cough cough cough cough..."

"Ah, I see! You lie down for me!"

"Zhongye, play games with me."

"Go away, I want to sleep."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

"Okay, I get it! Which one do you want to play?"

"Chuya, I want to eat soba noodles."

"I'll talk about it tomorrow, it's too late now."

"Cough cough cough cough..."

"No matter how much you cough this time, it won't work. The store is closed."

Dazai looked at Chuya as a matter of course: "Then tie up the master who makes soba noodles."

Zhong couldn't help it anymore, he rushed over and grabbed his collar and shook him: "...give me enough, you bastard!"

However, he only swayed a few times before he found that Dazai's body was as soft as noodles, and he couldn't stop sliding, while looking at the ceiling weakly: "Ahem, I'm going to be killed by the little dwarf..."

But knowing that he was acting, Chuya subconsciously let go of his hand, and poked the back of his hand towards Dazai's forehead: "Is your head still hurting?"

Dazai turned his head away and looked at Nakaya triumphantly: "I lied to you."

"You bastard!"

"Ah, I really started to have a headache this time..."

"Stop pretending, didn't you yourself say that you have strong vitality and never get sick!" After being tossed so many times, Chuya still couldn't realize that Dazai didn't have a cold at all.

"But my current body is only seven years old, and my immune system is very low. If I get sick, I might die, ah, yes!" Dazai suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and Chuya suddenly became nervous.

Dazai excitedly got up from the bed and ran out: "I haven't tried to die from a high fever, and there are other suicide methods that have failed. I just tried it again when my health was low."

"Come back to me!" Zhongya pinched the back of the boy's neck angrily, and picked him up like a kitten, "Stay honest, don't run anywhere."

"Oh~ Zhong is so ruthless."

"Shut up you."

The orange-haired boy used all his strength to tuck the disobedient kid into the quilt to lull him to sleep, and then found himself screaming all over his body, as tired as if he had run ten laps of a marathon.

No, with his physical strength, running a marathon is a little easier. In short, it will not be more tiring than taking care of Dazai.

"There are still ten days." He stared at Dazai's little head protruding from the quilt, and comforted himself.

There are still ten days before the agreement between him and this guy expires, no matter whether Dazai can recover or not, it has nothing to do with him.

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"kufufufufufu..."

In Youlan's near-black fantasy space, the blue-haired boy collapsed with laughter holding his trident, and Dazai stared at him with a smiling face: "Have you laughed enough?"

Knowing that if he continued to laugh, this vengeful guy would find a way to set him off, Liu Daoku barely stopped laughing, and asked, "What's going on with you?"

Dazai said in a nonchalant tone, "I took the wrong medicine."

Probably due to the influence of the outside body, Dazai's mental body in the fantasy space has also become a juvenile state, but he feels that the nature of his mental body has not changed, and even as long as he stays here for a while, he will recover after getting rid of the influence of his body 14 years old look.

"What kind of medicine can turn a person into a child? And all supernatural powers don't work on you, so it's a purely scientific method? Has medicine researched a way to rejuvenate?" Liu Daozao was quite surprised.

"You also know the name of that medicine," Dazai looked at Rokudokuku, "APTX4869, that's what I asked you to look up in the Black Organization."

"It's actually it?" Liudao Mu raised his eyebrows, "Isn't that poison? At least that's what I read in all the materials, and the memory of the second-in-command of the black organization didn't mention it."

"It's normal. I can feel that the medicine I take can only be regarded as a semi-finished product in terms of 'rejuvenation'. The rapidly proliferating cells are like cancer, dividing and growing irregularly, destroying the physiological structure of the body." Dazai seriously recalled that time The feeling of taking the drug is described like a researcher observing a mouse.

It's just a little creepy to think that the so-called "guinea pig" is himself.

Dazai's analysis is still going on: "—although the stability of the entire living body is maintained by coincidence, this stability is also in jeopardy, like a castle piled on the beach, which may collapse at any time. The longer the time, the higher the risk, not only It's as simple as growing again."

Liu Dazai glanced at Dazai with admiration, then turned his attention completely to his words, sighed, and regretted from the bottom of his heart: "So we have to find the antidote as soon as possible? Otherwise, we will stay like this forever. Just to avoid the chase and bite of the group of mad dogs."

"Those guys are not important, they come whenever they want, no one can go back alive anyway." The confidence and arrogance in Dazai's calm tone were boundless, as if there was endless gloomy wind and rain behind him.

But in the next second, the black-haired boy became melancholy: "The point is, if the body collapses and dies because of this drug, the body will be ugly, like swallowing a bomb, and flesh and blood will fly everywhere..."

Liu Daoku understood, and then showed disgust: "You guys are too troublesome."

Liudao Mu finally confirmed: "So the next thing you need me to do is to retrieve the antidote from the black organization, there is nothing else, right?"

"Well, it's gone. Move faster, and it's best to get the antidote before the black organization is finished. After all, that organization is full of traitors and undercover agents. As long as they find out the identity of their boss and the criminal evidence of the members of the organization, they will end up encircling and suppressing them." It's the easiest part—and you've almost gathered all the information, haven't you?"

"That's right," Liudao Mu raised the corners of his mouth, "Rum's body is really easy to use. It allowed me to master all the secrets of the black organization within half a year. Now I only have the identity of BOSS. It just so happens that next Tuesday is the annual fixed date for Rum. On the day of reporting to work, this problem will be resolved smoothly by then."

"Take control of their boss, call all the cadres, kill them, and then send the information I have to the undercover agent, and the black organization can confirm the collapse."

Liudao Mu looked at Dazai, and promised earnestly: "Before then, I will get what you want. After all, if it wasn't for your scheme, I wouldn't be able to control Rum so easily. After all, that space-moving personality It's quite troublesome."

Dazai didn't have any special reaction to his seriousness. After all, in his opinion, this was just a normal cooperation between the two, so he said casually: "That's good."

Liu Daozai spontaneously understood this sentence as the end of the conversation, so he nodded to Dazai, turned around and planned to leave.

"Ah, wait a minute, I still have a question to ask you." Dazai didn't know what to think, and his voice suddenly became heavy.

Liudao Mu raised his head in surprise. After all, he couldn't remember when this guy was serious. This heavy attitude was really unusual, and he suddenly became interested.

To accurately describe his current mood, it is that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

"What do you want to ask?" Liu Dao Mu asked with a smile.

However, Dazai, who had regained his boyish figure at some point, took two steps forward, looked straight at him, and there was a strong emotion of unknown meaning rolling in the depths of his kite-colored eyes: "Did I miss a piece of memory?"

The boy with odd-colored eyes was stunned for a second, and suddenly laughed: "kufufufu, interesting, I'm sure there were no traces left at that time, but you still noticed it, so you met that person again."

Rokudaoku jokingly glanced at Dazai's slightly frowning expression, and didn't pretend to be a joke, and directly announced the answer: "You guessed well, and you asked me to help you erase that memory three years ago."

Dazai didn't feel relieved when he got the expected answer, instead he sighed in trouble.

"Sure enough, the little dwarf is very familiar to me. The seal on his body has also been improved for disqualification in the world. It is usually hidden in the body and will not become invalid because of contact with me. Only I made it myself."

"It's no wonder that my vitality is strong, but three years ago, I fell ill for no reason and couldn't move for half a year. It wasn't because of the experiments done on me by the old guy of the family, but because of the use of this sealing technique."

"If there is no accident, even if I escape to Yokohama and meet him by chance or even have a brief contact with him under the circumstances of my amnesia, I will not be able to discover his specialness. With my personality, I will probably take the initiative to stay away from ordinary people." "According to the arrangement of me three years ago, the little dwarf and I would never have an intersection again—it's too much, it's obviously rare to see such an interesting person..."

Listening to him dissecting himself in a calm tone, Liu Dao Mu didn't have any extra emotions until he finally complained half-truth, as calm as an experienced surgeon performing an operation.

Although it was not the first time he had seen it, Liudao Mu still sighed that this guy had a strong heart.

When most people analyze themselves, they are always mixed with subjective emotions, so the results are always far from the facts, but his collaborators are always calm, as if they are separated from the past and stand on the sidelines as if they have nothing to do with themselves.

And based on the clues, the facts were deduced.

But admiration is one thing, and consideration is another. They are not close friends who care about each other, but at most they are collaborators who support each other. As long as neither of them achieves their respective goals, the alliance will remain stable.

So Liu Dazai fell silent after seeing Dazai say that, even though he knew that the other party needed time to accept the information, he interrupted his train of thought mercilessly: "That memory was cleared relatively cleanly at your request, but if It’s not impossible if you really want to recover, it’s just that we have to meet in reality.”

So it's useless for me to stay here. If it's okay, I'll just leave.Liudao Mu didn't say the unfinished words directly. After all, they are still collaborators, and they always have to give each other a little face. Anyway, Osamu Dazai can definitely hear it.

Dazai woke up from his contemplation, glanced at Liu Daoku lightly, and didn't bother with him for now, just replied indifferently: "No need, I don't want to know what that guy thought three years ago, anyway, as long as I know what I'm thinking now enough."

Calling my past self "that guy" is indeed Dazai.Liu Daoku was quite emotional in his heart.

If he wanted him to give up Chuya, even his past self couldn't do it.Dazai thought coldly and stubbornly.

"Since you've already made up your mind, I won't say much more. After finishing off the black organization, my next target is Peng Lie. Their Judaime is in Naimoricho, Japan. If you change your mind, you can go to find it at any time." I."

As soon as the voice fell, Liudao Mu in the fantasy space disappeared.

Dazai let out a disdainful "heh", he knew very well what Liudao Mukuro was thinking.

Pengele is the uncrowned king among the Italian mafia, even higher than the port mafia in Yokohama's underground world, and the black organization is not even a level.

The latter two cannot be compared with others in terms of historical inheritance, family background, and complexity of internal forces. It may be difficult to control their important figures and invade the entire organization like they did against the Black Organization. Therefore, Liu Dao Mu needs Dazai help.

If Dazai was still locked in the yard, he might be too bored to command from the air, but since he has escaped, of course he should first care about his own needs—such as making the little dwarf a shikigami and trying a new method of suicide.

Where can I take care of this plastic partner?

Liudao Mukuro knew Dazai's character, so he said that sentence - if Dazai needed his help, in exchange, he had to do something for himself.

But now it seems that Dazai's determination seems to be very firm?

The author has something to say: When I finish writing the thesis, I will make up for the gaps in the past few days, and adding more will be another calculation.