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The sky became gloomy at some point, with dark clouds gathering, rising humidity, and strong winds, all of which indicated that a thunderstorm was about to usher in this sweltering summer day.

Downstairs with western-style red bricks, Osamu Dazai stopped with his head up.

It used to be the "old site" of the Armed Detective Agency, but now it is a real estate agency with a sign for subletting.

The coffee shop downstairs is still there, but the door plaque has been changed.

Osamu Dazai didn't like this kind of feeling very much. It was obviously the same building, but he was stunned to create an absurd feeling of "things are different", reminding him over and over again of his current state-he can't go back, and he can die not drop.

The long-lasting memories that seemed to have been deliberately forgotten reappeared, trying to engulf him with claws and claws.

Osamu Dazai looked away.

Walking into the coffee shop, there were not many customers inside, Osamu Dazai looked around for a week, and found the target in a hidden corner - only he was eating pink cotton candy.

Osamu Dazai walked over, sat down directly opposite, and said in a familiar tone, "Why are you making an appointment here?"

The white-haired young man was startled by the sudden appearance of the black-haired curse spirit, his hands trembled and he almost lost the marshmallow, then he breathed a sigh of relief, as if meeting an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a long time, and replied casually: " Hmm...Because the port building that I met before is gone, only here is still the same, and I can barely make a connection. You said before that the crepes here are delicious, so I stopped by. I just ordered I don’t know how it tastes like if you change the store.”

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Hearing the port building, Osamu Dazai knew that his trip was not in vain, but...

"I" said it before?

Osamu Dazai glanced across the face of the white-haired youth calmly.

Foreigners, accents...European, Italian?

He is about 1.8 years old and about [-] meters tall.

identity--

The white-haired young man was eating marshmallows happily, with slender fingers, and no signs of the habit of holding a gun could be seen on the smooth skin of his hands. The purple inverted triangle marks under the corners of his eyes were the only out-of-the-ordinary place on his face.

From his familiar attitude and his willingness to answer questions——

Not the enemy of "me", but not like the Mafia, but ordinary people - that's not at all.People subconsciously show their superiority, even if that person doesn't mean to show off, just like the white-haired youth in front of him.

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, Osamu Dazai had almost stripped the opponent's bottom in just a short meeting.

And he is very sure that he has never seen this young man, nor is he an "old man" with a strange skin.

"Oh, try it, maybe you will like it." Dazai Osamu did not change his tone, and after ordering a cappuccino with double sugar, he continued to give information to the "colander" who took the initiative to bump into him, "How do you want to come here?" Find me?"

"Oh yes." Speaking of this, the young man suddenly became agitated, and he widened his fox-like slender eyes, "Didn't you jump off the building and die? Why did you appear here! You don't know I watched it on the intranet How surprised you were when it came to your portrait! You turned into a curse spirit? Don’t you think you are now a collection of human evils!”

Interesting, Dazai thought.

The amount of information "leaked" in this passage is indeed a bit much, which makes him a little interested.

"I don't know, it's just like that when I wake up." He sighed pretendingly, "and brought 'Disqualification in the World'."

"Well, I guessed it. You stayed with Gojo Satoru but didn't get killed by him. It must be due to the nullification. So you are in a state where you can't die? This is really the biggest curse for you." The young man, that is, Bailan Jesso, laughed gloatingly as he spoke, "I really should let Zhongyuan Zhongye see how you are now, and let you throw all the stalls to him without saying a word. I heard he was so angry that he almost smashed the whole building down."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

It was very much like what the little man would do.

As he listened, he smiled and ventured boldly: "Really, but now he must still be able to do my previous job honestly, and at most he would curse at me when he was drunk."

The waiter served the cappuccino first, and after the waiter left, Bai Lan said, "Yes~ But you died so suddenly, so Yokohama was still in chaos for a while... Maybe that's why you didn't kill Mori. Ogai, right? He appeared so timely, could it be that you colluded with each other before?"

"No." Osamu Dazai answered, even though he was not talking about himself, he knew too well what another "self" would do, "It's not because of this."

Bai Lan blinked her eyes, and there was curiosity that could be seen through at a glance in Violet's eyes.

When the two talked about it now, it is not so much the information that Dazai Osamu got, it is better to say that Bai Lan told him directly...or the information to the "Dazai Osamu" who jumped to his death.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelids, picked up his coffee and took a sip, and then he heard Bailan remember something and continued——

"But your death plan still didn't work~" Bai Lan continued, "Let me tell you some good news. Although you are so black-hearted, there were quite a few people at your funeral. The detective agency upstairs... All the personnel have gone, and there is someone who kept a vigil for you overnight."

"Oh? Is it Kunikida or Shiratora?"

The former is a good guy, while the latter trusts him and is pure in nature. If there is a possibility to keep a vigil for a murderous mafia leader, they will be the two of them.

"Ah? The white tiger is not from the detective agency, nor Kunikida Doppo, but a man named Oda Sakunosuke..."

"Squeak—" The bone china coffee cup made some harsh noises as it rubbed against the table.

Bai Lan stopped talking, he looked at the coffee spilled from Osamu Dazai's hand, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Wait, you..." His expression changed slightly, "Do you know me?!"

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, clenched the coffee cup tightly, his knuckles turned white, and remained motionless for two seconds, but the perfect disguise was only broken for a moment.When he let go of the handle of the cup, took a tissue to wipe off the brown liquid on his hands, and raised his eyes to look at Bai Lan again, there was no abnormality on his face.

"I don't know." He even smiled innocently.

"...How could I know the password made up by 'I' if I don't know you!"

"Is it difficult?" Osamu Dazai asked suspiciously.

Bai Lan: "..."

Ah, are people called "Osamu Dazai" so annoying!

All violations are suddenly explained.

Bai Lan never thought that he would be slapped together. Although he has memories of parallel worlds, they are just "memory" after all.Different from "Bai Lan" who messes up the wind and rain in other worlds, the self in this world is very law-abiding, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a "dog". If you have less experience, you will inevitably be immature in handling things.In addition to so many parallel worlds, "he" only knew one Dazai Osamu. After the other party cracked the code, he took it for granted that he was the one he knew, but he didn't want to be deceived!

Speaking of which, Osamu Dazai's appearance doesn't match his age either!Why didn't he think about it?

Subconsciously thought it was a chain reaction after becoming a curse spirit!

So this guy pretended for a long time!

Just to talk to him?

Bai Lan was rarely depressed, and ate dozens of marshmallows in a row.

Dazai Osamu couldn't keep silent, and couldn't help but say, "You just said Oda Sakunosuke..."

"It's all about the parallel world!" Bai Lan interrupted him angrily, "It has nothing to do with you!"

Osamu Dazai felt a little impatient and impatient, and was about to give in and try to persuade him. The waiter brought the crepes, and Prynne was about to start, but Osamu Dazai was not in the mood to eat, nor did he have the patience to wait for others to eat, so he stretched out his hand to go Moved away the plate in front of Bai Lan, but Bai Lan quickly stopped her.

The moment the two made physical contact, Osamu Dazai froze suddenly.

"Boom——" Lightning flashed outside the window first, followed by dull thunder, and it rained heavily after a while.

Bai Lan seized the opportunity to retake the dinner plate, picked up the knife and fork and was about to start it, but found that Osamu Dazai remained motionless in the previous posture, his expression was almost blank, but the emotions in his eyes were violently surging, as if he saw something difficult in a flash. Believe the same thing.

"... What's the matter with you?" He asked puzzled.

no response.

Bai Lan waved her hand in front of Osamu Dazai, "Hello? You're back to your senses!"

The black-haired mantra's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if his body's only response to stress was left at this moment, and he looked at him very slowly, almost feeling at a loss.

Bai Lan: "..."

Bai Lan didn't understand what was going on, Dazai Osamu was not a person who would easily reveal his true emotions, but at that moment, perhaps the fluctuating emotions were too violent and sudden, and he had no time to hide it, so that even Bai Lan was embarrassed by the pair of eyes. The thing refracted in the kite-colored eyes felt a tight heart, like a small human being who encountered a terrible disaster, but was unable to recover from the sky, so he could only fall into the abyss in despair.

Bai Lan frowned, he instinctively rejected this feeling of being influenced and out of control.

But soon, Osamu Dazai came back to his senses, and all his emotions sank into the depths like ice, without a trace to be found. In an instant, only biting frost remained in his dark and dull eyes.

Bai Lan felt that nothing was right, he opened his mouth to say something, but Osamu Dazai stood up suddenly and said, "I'm going back, thank you for letting me know."

The indifferent appearance is completely different from before.

"Ah? Wait a minute—" Bai Lan, who was confused, stopped him.

"As a thank you," Osamu Dazai interrupted, his profile was pale and cold, he smiled slightly, but it made people feel a chill in his heart, "I will solve those things about Pengo Lie by the way."

Bai Lan: "..."

He thought: Although I am relieved when you say that, after all, I was very worried when I lost Marle's ring, for fear that I would not be able to survive if I was discovered by myself in the parallel world, but why is there such a big contrast between you and the front? !

Also, why did you deliberately mention Oda Sakunosuke?

Bai Lan looked at Osamu Dazai's leaving back and thought about it carefully, but still couldn't think of anything worth noting about the red-haired man.

Hey, wait, since this Osamu Dazai doesn't even know him, how does he know that he is worrying about "those things" about Vongola? !

……

Osamu Dazai stepped into the torrential rain. In the hazy sky and earth, his thin back was like a wandering ghost.

Summer days always become sudden. It took only half an hour from the bright sun to the gray clouds and heavy storms. Osamu Dazai's mood also fell to the bottom within this short half hour.

He thought, if he could really be like the "Osamu Dazai" in that world, it would be great if he could just skip it.

In fact, Dazai Osamu never thought about the possibility of going back when he said that Gojo Gojo would kill him in the past. After all, he came for no reason, and maybe he could "die" and go back.

Although there is no difference between the two worlds, there are still people in that world that he can miss.

But now, it's meaningless.

Pointless.

Realizing this, Osamu Dazai stopped in his tracks. In front of him was the turbulent river in the torrential rain. It turned out that he had reached the river without realizing it.

The river he thought led him to cross.

Osamu Dazai stared blankly, his obscure eyes were empty, the rainwater kept sliding down his cheeks, and occasionally bean-sized raindrops would hit his eye sockets.

After a long time, Osamu Dazai blinked lightly, transparent rain rolled out from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth tugged lightly.

Then he jumped off.