[Comprehensive] The name of the examiner is Oda Saku

"...White phosphorus, fuze, paint, and interference aluminum foil, all the materials are ready now?" Odasaku walked in carrying the paint bucket.

"Well~ almost." In a convenience store that was empty and only the shelves had been knocked down, Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on the ground, and filled the proportioned materials into the shell.The young man seemed to be in a good mood, and the corners of his mouth lifted easily when he spoke.

"Time is tight, otherwise we can make it more detailed, but it is enough to deal with this kind of scene." Osamu Dazai said.

"Ah."

Odasaku never doubted Dazai's words.

In fact, in Oda Saku's heart, Dazai is almost like a prophet.No matter how outrageous and unreasonable it sounds, as long as it is said by Dazai, it will be realized in a strange way in the end.

Of course, when the relationship between the three of them was still very good, Ango Sakaguchi often complained, saying that it was because he believed in Dazai's words that he was always teased by Dazai.In this regard, Oda Saku always just smiled and toasted them.

Excluding those innocuous jokes, Osamu Dazai never broke his promise to Oda in a serious matter, and the only time happened four years ago.The hiding place carefully arranged by Osamu Dazai for the children was sold to Gide by Mori Ogai.

That was the only time Osamu Dazai failed to keep his word, and the retribution he got was that he had to watch his friend die alone.

"...But, isn't this bullet casing too wicked?"

"... Dazai? Are you listening?"

The gentle voice of Odasaku awakened the black-haired young man who did not know when he was in a trance. Osamu Dazai pulled out of his memory. Holding the box in the shape of an ice cream cone to his face, he bent his eyes and smiled at Oda: "How come, look, isn't it cute?"

The function of the so-called bomb casing is to launch the white phosphorus into the air after being exploded, causing the white phosphorus to burn and produce smoke. If it was Odasaku to choose, he would definitely choose the most common and unremarkable box, but...

"Just as long as you're happy," Odasaku said.

Making □□ is not a very complicated job, so they quickly accumulated enough quantities and placed them in the designated positions according to Osamu Dazai's request.

"The next step is to wait for the turning point you mentioned to come from the sky, right?" Oda Saku and Dazai Osamu stood together under the eaves somewhere.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, looked up at the sky, and said, "Look at it."

Oda Saku also followed Dazai's line of sight to look over, the flames in the distance were intertwined with the burning red sunset, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the boundary between the sky and the city, but suddenly, a small black dot falling rapidly appeared out of nowhere At the end of the field of vision, at the same time, Oda Saku also caught the cold light refracted from the metal gun muzzle.

It was a shot down man, and the sniper position came from the sky.

Odasaku became tense for a moment, worried that he would be pierced by a bullet or fall to the ground at such a speed—that would probably shatter his body to pieces.

"coming."

Just as Oda Tsukuru was thinking about whether he should do something, Dazai Osamu jumped down the steps first, stood on the street and looked back at Oda Tsukuru and said, "Okay, I'm going to save my subordinates, Oda If you do, just stay here."

Osamu Dazai raised his finger as a gesture of shooting a gun, and blew a mouthful of non-existent gunpowder smoke in a decent manner, emphasizing: "A hero is only handsome enough if he appears alone in a crisis!"

"..."

Atsushi Nakajima stared blankly at the chaotic city, and his heart was filled with anger and despair that was equivalent to it.

Even though he had just reached a settlement with his supernatural power and survived the fall by relying on the power of the white tiger, would he really be able to find Mr. Dazai alive and liberate the city that housed his monster from devastation?

No, no hesitation.

He knew very well what he should do, so he had to do it desperately. Atsushi Nakajima tightened his grip on the tattered curse doll in his arms, but during this short moment of stupefaction, a bullet suddenly pierced through it. The fuel transport vehicle broke down not far away, and the next moment, the huge air wave generated by the explosion sent him flying, and the doll was also thrown aside.

No, it can't just end like this.

His brain seemed to be repeatedly run over by a steamroller, and his ears were filled with annoying roars, and even the memory began to flash back to the most miserable and painful era in his life involuntarily—but it can’t end like this, if here If it falls, what will happen to those in the city who could have lived a peaceful life?

Atsushi Nakajima tried his best to move his heavy hands and feet, but just when he began to realize that he had no way to cross this seemingly short distance, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in his blurred vision.

Those feet were wearing familiar shoes, stepping closer in the afterglow of the setting sun, and then one hand picked up the tattered doll that didn't match the owner's temperament, and finally, a face with a gentle smile lowered down, looking at He said, "You won, Arden."

"--You did very well."

The moment Atsushi Nakajima heard these words, he felt that all his strength was pulled out of his body, and the young man let out a long breath, letting himself go limp.Osamu Dazai took out the remote control switch from his windbreaker pocket, raised his neck and showed a provocative smile to the snipers staring at the sky. The next moment, he pressed the button, and the shell casings displayed on the roadside of the block exploded at the same time, containing a large amount of interference aluminum foil. The smoke rose up, blocking the enemy's vision.

Osamu Dazai transported Atsushi Nakajima to a subway station that was convenient for evacuation. The exhausted young man held his eyelids and fell into a coma after talking about his idea of ​​cooperating with the port mafia. Osamu Dazai looked at the young man There was no expression on the sleeping face for a while.

He wasn't surprised that Atsushi Nakajima would have such an idea, and even this is what he hoped to achieve, it's just...

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at Oda Saku who was coming from the backlight, and suddenly felt a little hesitation.

The grievances between Odasaku and the port mafia cannot be explained in a few words. If Odasaku objects, then he...

Osamu Dazai shook his head, but he didn't know if it was because of the relaxation of his nerves, a burst of dizziness suddenly came to his mind, but the next moment, he was supported by a pair of warm and dry palms.

"!!!"

Osamu Dazai shook off Odasaku and took a step back so that his back was pressed against the wall.The young man's eyes widened, and for the first time on his bloodless face, he looked like a child who had done something wrong and was about to cry in a second.But after a long time, seeing Oda Saku still standing in front of him perfectly, Osamu Dazai couldn't help blinking his eyes slowly.

"—Dizziness?" Odasaku walked up and touched Osamu Dazai's forehead.The temperature of the palm pierced through the skin all the way to the bottom of his heart, Dazai Osamu stared blankly at Odasaku, and suddenly felt that a stone had fallen from the embankment that had been piled up to block emotions.

It was as if something had collapsed.

"...I've wanted to ask since just now, Dazai, do you think I'm a counterfeit?" Odasaku watched Dazai and shook his head with some difficulty when he saw the young man.

"I'm sorry, I should have explained it to you earlier." Oda apologized again and said, "I will tell you about me later, but don't worry, I am not something made of supernatural powers , so I won't disappear until the matter is over. I'm sorry, Dazai, for making you treat me so carefully, I..."

The latter words were not uttered, because Dazai Osamu suddenly reached out and grabbed Odasaku's collar and pulled him in front of him. The next moment, Dazai Osamu lowered his head slightly and buried his face in Odasaku's coat.

Odasaku is unique.

It is not something that anyone can imitate by using clumsy means.Of course he wouldn't mistake his friend, and the phantom mirror would hardly work on him, so it could only be a supernatural power.

Although it is an established fact in this world that the dead will not come back, the existence of supernatural powers is all kinds of strange, and it is not impossible to pull people back from another world for a short time.Osamu Dazai was not interested in exploring what kind of trap existed behind this. If fate was fooling him, then it wouldn't hurt to let him fool him once. He would be happy enough to see Oda Tsukuru again.

Dazai Osamu grabbed Odasaku's clothes with all his might, until Atsushi Nakajima, who was lying on one side, hummed in a low voice because of the pain in the wound, Odasaku patted Dazai Osamu's back lightly, and said patiently: "Let's go, I'll take you back."