[Wen Ye] Do caged birds dream of butterflies?

It's too shameful.Even if they don't write books in this world - but you keep thinking that literary talent is one of the most unreasonable things.What is there is what is there, what is not is what is not, neither will disappear for nothing, nor can it be faked.In front of you are the two big standard-bearers of the "rogue faction", "Higashi Dazai and Nishi Oda". Even if they don't write a single word in their whole life, they still have talents that you can't match even if you travel a hundred times.

What's more, Osamu Dazai is still laughing at you, "Odasaku, let me tell you, I have read something written by the lady. How should I say it~" He draws out the tone like a prank, "Wu~w~ read ~No~understand~ah!"

"Mr. Dazai!" You blushed even more, and you almost wanted to reach out your hand to cover his mouth.However, Oda Sakunosuke was still unknowingly making up the knife at the side.

"You can't even understand Dazai, it's such a profound thing." The red-haired man showed a touch of respect on his face.

——No, that's because those are completely messy, broken and worthless ravings!

Osamu Dazai also deliberately nodded.You are so embarrassed that you want to cover your face with your hands, you want to die.

In the end, it was Oda Sakunosuke who rescued you.

"I also thought about writing a novel."

"Hey~" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, and you put down your hands curiously.

The red-haired man put down his cup—he drank oolong tea because he had to drive.In the surprised eyes of you and Dazai, he said gently and calmly, "Because I read a book before, but the ending pages were torn out. I want to know what happened later, but I can't find that set of books anywhere To. Someone told me, then write it for you.”

"So..." You rarely felt excited, and asked almost cautiously with anticipation in your heart, "Are you going to write?"

"Yes. When the children grow up and I am old too, I will probably leave PortMafia and find a place to write novels. I like places near the sea." Oda Sakunosuke showed a faint smile, "Although not I know if I can write it."

"It's definitely possible!" You rushed to speak before Osamu Dazai, and didn't even think about how weird your eagerness and excitement would appear in the eyes of others.

You just sincerely want to send wishes at this moment—no, not wishes, but congratulations in advance.

"You can definitely do it! As long as you want to write! You can definitely succeed!"

You are so happy that you even use honorifics unconsciously.Completely different from myself who has no talent, this is Oda Sakunosuke!

***

It was nearly eleven o'clock at night when we left Lupine.A bright full moon hangs high in the dark blue sky. It is clearly still spring, but it is as clear as a summer night.There was not a single cloud, and around the moon were scattered stars that shone like diamonds.

On the way back to the Hongkong Building, you took a detour to the last stop of the day.

The car stopped by an alley.

"I can't drive in." Oda Sakunosuke got out of the car first, and pointed to the huge black-painted sign on the wall of a bungalow that resembled a warehouse, "This is barely the edge of PortMafia's sphere of influence. There is no problem with parking here. But you have to go in again." Just walk."

You looked at Dazai anxiously.So he laughed, and helplessly raised his hands in surrender, "I can only take you in for a look, and leave after reading."

"Yeah!" You nodded quickly, opened the car door and jumped out with a very cute expression and quick movements, standing where you were and offering your hand to him.Osamu Dazai came over and took your hand, and walked slowly.

Walking in the courtyard, you think, there is no better word to describe the gesture of the young man who is now leading you through the alley that you are familiar with.Even in the dark alley where the moon can't shine in, his steps didn't stop or hesitate.Surrounded by an eerie silence that is different from residential areas and commercial streets, only the footsteps of the three of you hit the ground, echoing between the narrow walls.

Then, just after turning a few corners, the bright moonlight illuminates your field of vision again.

"Here we are." Osamu Dazai said, stopping in his tracks.

What is presented in front of your eyes is a scene that people who have never seen it can hardly imagine.Under the moonlight, it was as if some giant in myths and legends took Yokohama as ice cream and dug out a piece of the ground with a spoon out of thin air. Moving forward from where you are standing, the ground curves steeply and steeply. Extend down until the very bottom and then rise sharply with almost the same curvature.The entire pothole is full of densely packed crude buildings of various shapes and colors. The unplanned construction method and dim and dirty colors make it look like a huge uneven scar under the moonlight.Standing on the edge, you are as small as a grain of sand in comparison.

And even so close, all you feel is a strange silence.The street before him—if this could be called a street—was devoid of light and life.

Is it blocked?What exactly exploded that year, a nuclear bomb?You couldn't help thinking, then turned to look at Osamu Dazai.

"Let's go back."

"Okay?" He tilted his head.

"Hmm. It's too quiet, it feels a little scary." You nodded with a smile, "I'm already super satisfied."

"Then go back." Dazai Osamu led you, and you were about to turn around when a dull and sharp sound suddenly cut through the silence.That voice is unfamiliar to you and takes a lot of thinking to remember, but it is extremely familiar to the other two.

"Gunshots." Osamu Dazai turned his head, "It's .45 caliber, not PortMafia."

"Northeast, about 300 meters." Oda Sakunosuke stepped forward and stood by your side. "Dazai, what do you say?"

Only then did you realize that Oda was holding a pistol in each hand, Osamu Dazai was holding you with his left hand, and he was already holding the gun in his right hand.

"Interesting, there are two groups of people coming here." Under the moonlight, the black-haired young man curled his mouth, and he looked down at you with a slightly happy expression, "Does Xiao Fujiang want to watch the gunfight?"

***

And then you're watching a shootout up close—if one-sided shooting is called a shootout.

No, in fact, you didn't even see the one-sided shooting clearly.As a caged bird with no strength to restrain the chicken.Even if the moonlight is as bright as a street lamp, you can only see the children running desperately in a panic and the figures chasing after cursing.When you roughly understood that it was a few adults chasing two children, and you just accidentally stood on their escape route, the gunshots rang out.

The gunshots heard up close were nothing short of disaster.You covered your ears with both hands reflexively, and then was pulled behind you by Oda Sakunosuke.

Then came the screams mixed in with the gunfire, and unexpectedly did not hear the cry of the child, and when Oda took a step away to get out of sight, everything was settled.

The air mixed with gunpowder smoke and bloody smell slowly descended like fog.There are 6 adults lying scattered a few meters away from you—all males. There are dark water stains on the ground, which should be blood. They seem to have lost consciousness, and they don’t know whether they are dead or not.

And Osamu Dazai was strangling a black-haired boy's neck like a dead dog.When you looked over, he dragged the boy mercilessly and kicked away the guns scattered on the ground one by one with walking steps.The movements were as leisurely as a child kicking an empty drink can, and he didn't care at all that the boy's bare legs were dragging on the ground.

A little further away on the ground was another child who was sitting paralyzed, looked a little smaller, and was covering his mouth with his hands at the moment, even though his whole body was trembling, his eyes were full of horror, he still forcibly controlled himself and did not make a sound .

He is a very smart kid.you think.Then suddenly I felt a little funny.Obviously you should be on the side of saving people, but I don't know why the scene in front of you is full of the aura of the Great Demon King.

I don't know if Oda also felt this, he said in a low voice: "Dazai, let go, that's just a child."

— Well, you find out that he and you care about completely different things.As expected of Sakunosuke Oda who adopted 5 orphans.

——But while he was saying this, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed straight at another child.

If it weren't for knowing that Oda Sakunosuke is a PortMafia who doesn't kill people, his actions at this time were just for insurance - not letting another child act rashly is itself protecting him - such actions coupled with such language are undoubtedly more like The big villain with ulterior motives.

"No, this child is a person with supernatural abilities." Osamu Dazai raised his head with a very serious expression.But his feet kicked the last gun far away as if he had eyes. With a bang, the sound of a gun flying out and hitting something came from the darkness beyond the moonlight.

You saw the child paralyzed on the ground tremble in reflex.

"Also, Odasaku, you should know, right? Trying to attack PortMafia without killing it on the spot is already too generous. What's more, this accident was completely induced by these two little devils." Leaping across a Every corpse, Osamu Dazai strangled the boy and walked up to you.Although he said no, he let go of his hand.

The freed boy fell to the ground, coughing violently, and was just about to struggle when Osamu Dazai put his hand on his shoulder.

Regardless of the light-colored windbreaker being stained with dust, Osamu Dazai squatted in front of the boy, and he curled the corners of his mouth. From your angle, you can clearly see