Port Mafia Play House

Lan Tang had seen that flame before.

The black, jumping flames licked his body fiercely, eroding everything like a black hole.

That was his target, a high-energy unknown life form secretly researched by the Japanese government.

Its name is Huang Ba Tu.

In the dilapidated European-style house, a man with long black hair is leisurely enjoying the French meal in front of him. It is obviously summer, but he is wearing thick clothes and ear warmers, as if he is in the extreme cold.

He is waiting for his prey.

Six years ago, Huang Ba, who should have been included in the bag, vomited.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback for a moment, subconsciously pursed his lips, and his expression became hesitant.

Osamu Dazai calmly said: "You went to Raibo Street because of that rumor, right? Arabato reappeared..."

His face was against the light, and his expression could not be seen clearly, only the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind.

"In the past week, I have been testing the limits of your abilities. When you use supernatural powers, you always have a feeling of restraint. What are you afraid of, Zhongya? Is it a riot of supernatural powers? Or something? out of control……"

"Shut up!" Nakahara Zhongya growled.

Dazai suddenly laughed.

When he stepped forward, his iris-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up in a false arc.

"Don't be afraid, Chuya," he said, "I'm here to help you."

The night is getting dark, and the crows and birds are returning to their nests.

On the quiet path, the shadows of the trees dance, only the footsteps of the two teenagers.

"Dazai..." Nakahara Chuya asked suspiciously, "Is there really a clue to Huang Ba's vomit here?"

"Of course..." Osamu Dazai smiled, "When did I ever lie to you?"

"You lie to me every day." Zhongyuan Zhong also complained, "You might as well ask, when did you tell the truth is more appropriate."

"..." Osamu Dazai was helpless, "Do you know Radium Bowl Street? It is rumored that Radium Bowl Street was formed when the Arama spit exploded, and Lan Tang was the only man who survived that explosion...Of course, We now know there's you."

He said: "Anyway, if you want to ask about Huang Ba's vomit, no one knows better than him."

"Okay..." Nakahara Chuya said, "Let me just trust you once."

He said ferociously: "I trust you to come with you, don't lie to me!"

Osamu Dazai nodded, "Hmm..."

Nakahara Chuya: "Then let's finish our work early and go back early...It's so late, it's really strange that Brother Oda didn't call."

Osamu Dazai laughed: "Because I told him we went to play games."

There was no doubt that he was there in the Central Plains, and he continued to walk along the path in the direction of the house.

Osamu Dazai looked at him with trusting eyes, and there was an inexplicable undercurrent in his eyes.

Prey, hooked.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed open with a "squeak" and a cloud of dust was thrown up. The evening light entered the dusty floor-to-ceiling windows, drawing an orange phantom on the ground.

"Welcome..." Lan Tang smiled, "Or, I should say, long time no see."

"If you're being polite, I'll skip it." Zhong Yuan Zhong also said fiercely, "You are Lan Tang——I know all about it. What happened to the explosion six years ago?"

As he said that, an ominous red and black light appeared on the boy's side.

"You have two choices." He grinned, "Say it, or let me beat you to death."

"Don't be so excited." Lan Tang comforted, "Of course I choose to say."

"Huangbatu, the high-energy unknown life form discovered by the Japanese government, you must know that it was once hidden in the underground of Leibo Street."

"Stop talking nonsense..." Nakahara Chuya said, "Speaking of the point, who are you? How much information do you have about Huangba's spit? Why are you here for that explosion?"

"My name is Rimbaud..." The man took off his top hat and bowed gracefully, "I'm from Europe. The explosion six years ago was the result of the mission failure of my partner and I, and my mission——"

The man suddenly raised his head, and the golden subspace instantly filled the entire house.

"It's to kill you and get Huang Ba's vomit!"

What is life?

A long time ago, Osamu Dazai thought about this question.

When the port mafia gunfire rang through the old mansion, blood soaked the floors, and those who saw him as a commodity were breathless, he suddenly seemed to understand.

Death is not the opposite of life, death is part of life.

It is the wire rope that manipulates the puppet, the spider thread that hangs from heaven to hell, and only in the mafia that regards death as a daily life, between the break and the continuation-maybe the answer to "life" can be found.

However, he failed.

There are no answers here, only eternal good and evil.

Whose fault is it?

This world is full of boredom and evil. Everyone is playing with simple and easy-to-understand means, living between being used and being used.

Why do people live?

What is gained is lost the moment it is gained.

If I knew this earlier, it might as well have never been here from the beginning.

Osamu Dazai stood in the isolated subspace, watching the battle with cold eyes.

Rimbaud's subspace is an existence that transcends the rules of physics. Zhongye's gravity cannot be defended or attacked, and he can only be beaten passively. The situation is very tragic.

The subspace crushed every inch of the boy's bones, and the red and black gravity entwined and compacted, giving him the strength to stand up again.

Resisted again and again, and then fell again and again.

The vision began to blur, the pain all over the body could not be ignored, the tinnitus covered all the sounds, and the body gradually became dull.

No...

If this goes on...you will die.

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai who was isolated in front of him, his confusion made him unable to distinguish the eyes of that person.

A thought quietly arises...

As Osamu Dazai expected.

Zhong Yuan also stood up and said to him.

"Dazai, I have one last solution..."

"Sister Hongye!" Hayakawa stood up abruptly in August, and slapped his right hand on the table, "Do you know a person named Rimbaud!? The only survivor of the explosion six years ago—where is he!?"

Ozaki Hongye was stunned, and subconsciously said: "Ranbo doesn't know, but there is a person with supernatural power named Lantang in the organization..."

"Where is he now!" Hayakawa's eyes were full of anxiety, "Please! Sister Hongye! Take me to find him!"

If Dazai can trick Chuya away——

Hayakawa August thought urgently.

The only possible reason is that explosion!

Must... must be in time!

Dirty state.

Zhongye's supernatural ability, in the filthy sorrow, once fully activated, cannot be stopped by itself.

Finally, the moment has come.

Dark red lines spread all over his body, and the orange-haired boy completely lost his mind, turned into a beast that could only destroy, and ran towards the enemy.

Rimbaud wasn't worried, as long as the warp still existed, no monsters of any kind could hurt him at all, until... his feet were suddenly empty.

Osamu Dazai put his hand lightly on the golden subspace beside him, and in an instant, the smoke disappeared.

Ability: Disqualification from the world.

Rimbaud fell from the sky, and the dark red beast faced him. His eyes were wide open, and his words were torn apart before he could speak.

"why--"

Why—we are obviously allies.

The moment his body was torn apart, he remembered everything six years ago.

Black flames, betrayed allies, forced beheading, and subsequent explosions...

The intense pain blurred his vision, and he stretched out his hand in midair.

It turns out...it's like this...

Is he destined... to end like this?

The roof was overturned by the monster, revealing the moonlight in the night sky.

Osamu Dazai stood there silently, looking at the wanton and destructive beast, stretched out his hand, then retracted it.

At this moment, the life of the person named Zhongyuan Zhongye was in his hands.

So strong, yet so fragile.

Everything is as he expected.

He lowered his eyes, but those iris-colored eyes could not see joy, nor could they see light or darkness.

why?

There was not even a trace of joy in his heart.

The beast, covered in ominous red and black light, found the breath of the prey, and he turned around suddenly. At that moment, the ground cracked and the air trembled - rushing towards him.

Dazai held out his hand.

Before he could touch it, however, another hand reached out.

He opened his eyes wide-

The white-haired and red-eyed young man stood between him and Zhongye Zhongye, that familiar face was cold and unfamiliar to him, and the filthy power that he thought only he could eliminate gradually disappeared like that until it disappeared.

Dazai's mind went blank.

He stared blankly at the young man hugging the unconscious Zhong Yuan Zhongya, his eyes were so focused that he didn't even leave him a glimmer of vision, and then he left without looking back.

My heart, which I thought was numb, tingled again.

everything is over.

Completely over.

In the silent night, the last flame gradually died down, and the moths that rushed to the fire crashed into the hot lights, leaving only the swaying ruins in the air.

Just like he planned.

It was different from his plan.

It was he who lost completely.

Osamu Dazai thought that when this moment came, he wouldn't feel anything, but the sourness overflowing in his chest couldn't be ignored no matter what.

Whether it is a mirage or leaves floating in the wind.

The fantasy of this period, and everything else, is over.

His whole body was stiff, his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, cold air flowed from his scalp to the soles of his feet, the phone in his pocket was buzzing, but he didn't even have the strength to open it.

"Beep-beep-"

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and swiped in the direction of the call.

"Hello, Mr. Mori..."

A familiar figure walked quickly from the opposite side and grabbed the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Mori." Hayakawa August said briskly, "Wait a minute, I'll be right there."