How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

The abnormal situation on the top floor of the building was quickly reported step by step, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was originally staying in the chief's office, was just driven out by mackerel. When he met the hurried action team, he simply accepted the job happily.

He led a group of serious and tense subordinates with guns, and kicked open the rest room that Osamu Dazai often used, with a strong desire to avenge public and private revenge.

The experienced mafia quickly rushed into the house and began to search. The gravity of Hong Kong gangsters pressed the hat on the top of their heads, and they approached the back room at a leisurely pace, creating a sense of oppression from the superiors.

"Let me see, who is so courageous——Amiya?!"

The young man handcuffed on the bed was too familiar, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also impacted by this R18 scene. He was stupid for a while, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you here?"

Central Plains Chuya looked at Yu Gongcui, and Yu Gongcui looked at Central Plains Chuya.

Yu Gongcui looked at Zhongya Zhongyuan, and Zhongya looked at Yugong Cui.

The two looked at each other for a long time surrounded by the excited subordinates watching the show. In the end, Mr. Secretary, who was still taking the intellectual route, swallowed the dirty words on his lips and squeezed out a weak smirk that said everything without saying anything.

"...Can you get me out first?"

Zhongyuan Zhong is indeed a reliable senior. Although he didn't know where his thoughts went astray and his face was full of panic, as soon as he calmed down, he immediately stepped forward to check the model and material of the handcuffs, and then told the subordinates next to him: "Go The technical department will find someone who can pick the lock."

Yu Gongcui tugged her wrist twice irritably, and the impact made a sharp crisp sound.

"Couldn't this be snapped off, or the bed rail holding the other end in place? Another long wait, and I—"

"Be patient, Amamiya, you definitely don't want to wear such a bracelet all the time, the lock always has to be opened." Nakahara Zhong also hesitated, and tentatively suggested, "...how about I call Mackerel, Where is the key?"

The anger that had been suppressed for a long time was suddenly ignited by the key words, Yu Gongcui was suddenly dazzled by the anger, and stretched out his hand to the orange-haired young man with a grin, making no secret of his desire to tear the leader into pieces.

"Thank you, senior! I will definitely ask! It's best to convince Mr. Dazai to come back and look for it in person. When he leans over to unlock it, he can use this rope to end that bastard's criminal life. What do you think?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt very embarrassed, and silently gave a thumbs up.

But the thoughts in his heart were not consistent with his real actions. After he stiffened, he took back the half-handed mobile phone, went to the living room, took out two bottles of cold beer from the refrigerator in the corner, and threw them to the extremely manic and unfortunate junior a bottle.

"Drink, calm down."

The members of the action team left the room after confirming that they were not in danger. Judging from their gossiping expressions and fast-moving eyes before they left, it was a foregone conclusion that Osamu Dazai's old sex criticism behavior would be slaughtered on the forum tomorrow.

Without the onlookers, Yu Gongcui also calmed down a little.

He and Zhongyuan Zhongye sipped a can of cold beer each. The former sat cross-legged on the bed, while the latter lazily leaned on the sofa. The temperature of the cold drink and the steam seemed to calm the anxious atmosphere in the room, making people feel uncomfortable. Relaxed a lot.

The cold and slightly astringent wine slides through the mouth, cooling down the overheated brain.Yu Gongcui drank most of the bottle in one go, holding the watery can and exhaling foul air, she felt that she could finally think normally, and her mind was no longer full of juggling.

"What did the leader do while I was away?"

Hearing his question, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was paralyzed on the sofa, also froze, temporarily using silence as an answer.

When the can of beer in hand was finished, he threw the empty bottle in a perfect arc and smashed it into the trash can in the corner with precision.

"Since Dazai wants to hide it from you, then don't ask."

"...Even if his actions are unreasonable?"

"He always has his reasons."

Yu Gongcui had nothing to say, so she could only vent her anger on the cold drink in her hand, gulping down the remaining half bottle of beer.

Although he was indeed angry at Osamu Dazai's inability to communicate and his rough treatment, he was not happy to be controlled by his emotions all the time, let alone use this anger to stab unrelated others.

Yu Gongcui gently placed the empty bottle on the ground beside the bed, and when she straightened up, she had already cleared her mind.

"You trust Mr. Dazai very much. I realized this when I first joined the company. Correspondingly, Mr. Dazai also trusts you very much. I am very envious of this friendship."

Zhong Yuan, who was sitting on the sofa, had his back turned to him, unable to see the expression on that handsome face.

But presumably, it would be a subtle nausea like swallowing a fly.

"I have always wanted to know the source of this trust," Amamiya Tsui continued, organizing her thoughts on her own, "You never try to get to the bottom of the leader's purpose, which makes Mr. Dazai feel at ease. But for me ...The more you want to get closer, the more you realize that it is someone who cannot be guessed by common sense."

"Senior Zhongyuan, do you think it's okay for a person like Mr. Dazai to be misunderstood all the time?"

He didn't ask questions, giving the other party time to think.

Although he didn't get any reply, it was visible to the naked eye that the orange-haired youth became more hesitant every second.

"……understand."

Repeated in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Dazai... he doesn't need it. Whether it's the former leader or me... none of us can do it. What the leader of the Hong Kong gangster sees is a scenery that others can't see."

"You have found too many reasons."

Yu Gongcui reminded him, "What's more, we are the closest to the leader, and you are his best friend."

"Don't say such nasty words, it's not like your style at all."

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a sigh of relief, and lay down on the sofa helplessly, as if he had been knocked down by the word "best friend", and even his speech became weak.

"What exactly are you trying to express?"

"I think..." Yu Gongcui slowly searched for suitable words, "I want you to give me a chance."

"—a chance to understand that person."

"Haha, you really set a challenging goal. Are you influenced by your ability, and you feel like making a move when you see an unreasonable guy? Well, I won't talk nonsense—in short, are you sure?"

Realizing the subtext of this sentence, Yu Gongcui's eyes lit up, and with a smile, she made a promise to the figure who refused to look back.

"Just give me time. Please rest assured, senior."

Zhongyuan Zhong also complained a few words in a very low voice, the key word was nothing more than "annoying mackerel".Then he stood up and walked towards the star-eyed junior on the bed with extremely reluctant steps, with his arms folded around his chest, because of this condescending overlooking angle, his mood improved a little bit.

"It's okay to tell you, anyway, you will know sooner or later. Dazai asked Atsushi Nakajima to send a letter to the Armed Detective Agency. As for the content of the letter, I don't know."

letter……

Seize the short period of time he was imprisoned to make a fuss, this letter will definitely attract Akutagawa to Hong Kong black.Suppressing the vague uneasiness in her heart, Amamiya Tsui quickly asked: "Then where is Mr. Dazai now?"

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At the very top of the building, on the roof where the wind is howling.

The black-haired young man put his hands in his pockets, standing on the edge of the unprotected roof, leaning slightly forward.

Like a bird about to spread its wings to fly, the iris-colored eyes narrowed comfortably, and the hem of the windbreaker fluttered quietly behind him, with a light gesture eager to try——

However, for the time being, this thought was forcibly suppressed, because the good show that had been arranged for more than four years had not yet ended.

According to his plan, that relief should be arranged at the end, as a reward once and for all after completing this task.

——The name of the prize is [Death].

Humming out of tune, he looked up at the shimmering Yokohama Port in the distance.

The wind blowing from the sea is engulfed in thick water vapor, blowing away the thick fog that lingers all year round, and the whole world seems to become clearer and clearer, just like the exquisite landscaping in a crystal ball of snow.

I accidentally got a "book" and inherited memories from my outside self, so I want to protect Yokohama——I want to protect a certain, complete stranger who doesn't know me in this world at all.

The roar of the tiger came from downstairs, accompanied by roars, reprimands and successive gunshots.

...it's almost over.

Heavy responsibilities will be passed on, and vague hopes will become reality.

In this way, he can settle down and embrace the long-awaited eternal sleep.

The glass curtain wall on the outer layer of the building was trampled to pieces one by one by the two screaming and chasing people. Rashomon and Tsukikatora leveraged on the twisted steel bars and exposed concrete to attack their opponents fiercely and intensively like a torrential rain.

The killing intent and hatred was so high that it almost suffocated the bystanders.The place he passed was shattered, and gradually approached by this ferocious battlefield like a natural disaster, the expression on Dazai Osamu's face was so relaxed, even with a faint smile.

"What a wonderful battle."

At the same time as the director and the audience, Gao Gao made comments.

Stimulated by the severe pain and defeat, the already mad Black Beast stared at him with blood red eyes.The image of the bandaged young man gradually overlapped with the culprit who took away his companion four and a half years ago, making the mad dog atmosphere even more chaotic and crazy.

"——It's you! The one who snatched away my comrades from my weak subordinate!!"

The black clothes turned into thousands of sharp spears, and the cold light screamed and fell at a high speed.The growing white tiger stood in front of the leader, its sharp claws slammed down all nearby attacks, and roared angrily at the opponent.

The situation reached a stalemate.

And all of a sudden, the young man who had spent all his time waiting for the outcome of the battle sneezed—as if he had suddenly lost interest, he rubbed his eyes and walked slowly out of the safe area behind the white tiger.

That look is very much like a child who wants to watch the ending of the anime but is eager to go to bed, so impatiently pulls the progress bar to skip the battle scene.

"...do you know 'book'?"

A blank literary book that can turn everything written into reality—— that is the root of the world with countless possibilities.

And the world they live in is just one of the infinite "possible worlds" folded in it.

If it is rewritten without authorization, the "book" will echo the only real world outside, and the world itself will be overwritten and disappear.

"Therefore, I hope that you who have been well polished... can protect the 'book' from the enemies that will appear in the future."

Throwing out a lot of settings in one go, he didn't pay attention to whether the two newcomers who were given important tasks could accept it. Osamu Dazai just felt that the burden on his shoulders had been handed over, so he let out a long and satisfied sigh.

There were hurried footsteps on the stairs leading to the roof, and the unlocked iron door was pushed open with a bang.

The secretary's angry face appeared in his line of sight, and the black eyes that always remained calm shrank suddenly after seeing the scene in front of him, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and took a step——

【Feel sorry. 】

Subconsciously made a mouth type, but forgot what I was apologizing for.

planning?use?calculating?

...Forget it, it doesn't matter.

I have never been expected by anyone, I can't be understood by anyone, I can only experience a tormented, cursed life...

As if accepting a long-delayed invitation to a meeting, he fell back with a smile and fell into the gentle wind.