[Private chat with "Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: I want to strike

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: No, you can't, how can you go on strike at this time.

Kind Russian rice ball: I am so haggard

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I am even more haggard

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Good decision, go bully Ango!

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: When we met Lupin for the last time in the plot, we caught him and let Ango experience the cruel torture of the mafia!

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: scratching an itch?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Yes, otherwise.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: If you mess with the world, it will collapse, and if it collapses, the supernatural weapon will become invalid, and if it fails, you will have to activate the more risky β plan

Kind Russian Rice Balls: Are you sure?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hey, forget it

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: We can't sacrifice Suwabe Junichi just to scratch Fukuyama Jun's itch [serious face.jpg]

……

The scene that had been repeated countless times flashed before his eyes again. He had lost such a beautiful thing as friendship as many times as he had.

In memory, this was the last time the three of them met in Lupin, and not long after that, Oda Sakunosuke died.

Osamu Dazai sat silently in front of the bar, without the usual atmosphere of toasting with friends.The seat on the left was vacant, and a photo was placed next to the wine glass.

From the moment he noticed his friend's lies in the bar, the young man knew that it was time for them to separate again.

Under the scouring of thousands of years of memory, even hatred seems so faint in the long river of time.It seems that the heart has long been numb, unable to bear more emotions, and forced to get used to the pain.

The dim kerosene lamp flickered on and off, and the young man's expression was so dark and unpredictable, as if letting go of a betrayed friend had greatly touched his emotions, and he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

The reflection on the side of the glass is fragmented, just like the damaged relationship between the three of them here, it may be difficult to restore it to the original one day.

"Odasaku, you go back first." Osamu Dazai's voice was extremely soft, he who had been silent after letting Ango Sakaguchi away, very rarely begged the red-haired man beside him to leave temporarily.

The melted ice water was mixed with the wine, but the young man never took a sip.

He whispered, "Leave me alone."

The red-haired man, who was also depressed, didn't say a word, he hesitated and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to comfort the young man's head, but finally gave up such an idea under the gaze of the three-colored cat.

He sighed, and walked away on the creaking stairs, sinking into the boundless night outside again.

Only the vinyl records in the gramophone were left in the room, and under the chorus of classical music, Osamu Dazai slowly covered his face, trying to hide the self-mockery that he showed.

"It's like this again..."

Even if he can save the life of Oda Sakunosuke, the friendship that he has cherished in the endless cycle of reincarnation, they may still have a dismal ending if they have different positions.

"Are all the things I cherished destined to be lost..." The young man closed his eyes tightly, as if this was the only way to prevent the tide from spreading out of his eye sockets. people who are troubled.”

As long as he saves Oda Sakunosuke this time, there will definitely be a chance to meet again.

As Ango said, one day the gap between their positions will disappear, and then...

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and bid farewell to the three-colored cat who was combing its hair: "I'm leaving, see you later, teacher."

In a short time, he will not have the opportunity to step into this bar again.

Tonight's plan must succeed.

The young man has a dignified expression, hiding his figure in the narrow alley, and successfully blending into the night with his black suit.He walked to the roof with the air conditioner external units scattered on the wall. His steps were extremely light, and he could easily cross the roof with a distance of several meters.

After that, Osamu Dazai used the uneven bricks outside the old house as a foothold, and quietly returned to the ground.

In front of him is an abandoned carport surrounded by barbed wire. Mottled rust is attached to the carport with light blue paint on the outer layer, revealing a dilapidated and old atmosphere everywhere.

A dusty black off-road vehicle stays here. The anti-peep film prevents anyone from peeping inside. It seems to be forgotten by the owner, and it is unknown whether it can be started again.

However, the interior of the vehicle contained enough guns and ammunition to kill dozens of people.

The surroundings were silent, and there were no extra people.Osamu Dazai, who had confirmed the situation, was still vigilant, and kept his footsteps as light as possible.

The moment his slender fingertips touched the doorknob, a dazzling flame burst out from inside the car without warning.Before the young man had time to react, the tightness from his waist took him away.

The violent explosion hit the tympanic membrane, and the fire instantly burned the night, and the glaring light tore through the black curtain, making everything in front of us look like day.

The oncoming violent shock wave failed to hurt Osamu Dazai under the barrier of the man in military uniform, and the pungent smell of the flame burning foreign objects entered the nasal cavity.After the scorching heat faded a little, the young man broke free from the restraints, stared at the vehicle still burning in the raging fire with a pale face, showing an expression of disbelief.

"Ahem—how could it be?!"

Someone planted a bomb on the vehicle he had prepared in advance.

Only being able to use the power booster for the last time is not fireproof, so if he wants to deal with Gide, he can only rely entirely on the spear technique, and there is no other way.

The plan he had prepared for many years was destroyed like this...

"It's magnificent, this firework."

A voice that was exactly the same as that of Osamu Dazai resounded.

Different from his low and gloomy tone, the young man's tone is extremely frivolous.As if he was really a tourist admiring the summer fireworks, with a playful smile on his lips, he turned his head to look directly at the other person and asked, "Does it look like the blooming flower on the car where those kids are?"

He was referring to the scene where the five kids were blown to death by Mimic.

Osamu Dazai's breath stopped sharply, he gritted his teeth and stared at the man in dark yellow military uniform with a disgusted tone.

"Pandora...it really is you."

It was not his illusion during the day.

Why did this man who had disappeared for nearly a year survive Mikhail's pursuit unscathed?Even swaggeringly appeared in Yokohama, in front of himself?

Pandora's Actor didn't care about the vigilance of the young man, he didn't wear that ridiculous mask today, and showed his face openly.

The man glanced thoughtfully at Osamu Dazai's tense body back and forth, especially staying at the wrists and ankles for a long time, as if he was not satisfied with the reaction of this young man who looked exactly like him.

"I'm here to give Xiaozhi a present~"

He sighed helplessly, and snapped his fingers under Dazai's frightened eyes.

"Well--!!"

The young man whose clothes were soaked in cold sweat fell to the ground, and his slender body collided with the cold ground, making a dull and loud noise.

He fell because his feet couldn't support his full weight...

Dazai Osamu's already pale face lost the last trace of blood. After several failed attempts to get up, he tremblingly tried to clenched his palms tightly.

Sure enough, his hands returned to the way they were before the deal with the man in front of him, and he couldn't even make a fist.

This sense of powerlessness was all too familiar to him.

"Qiangqiang!! One-stop gift package for rehabilitation, is it not surprising if you are happy~"

Pandora's Actor raised an extremely nasty smile, turned around a few times, and walked briskly to the young man struggling on the icy ground, leaned down and sighed: "This way you can sit more I have been in a wheelchair for several years, and the look of being slaughtered is really cute."

He seemed in a good mood, stretched out his hand and stroked Osamu Dazai's hair, which felt good to the touch, and seemed to be talking to himself, "It's really worthy of being a sacrifice to the gods, but it's a pity. Not enough to keep him."

The young man who couldn't get up turned his head in disgust, and the man he tried to avoid was not angry.

Pandora's Actor simply stood up straight, with his hips akimbo and his head raised, and sang in his iconic operatic voice like no one else.

"At this moment, the young man named Osamu Dazai finally knows a cruel fact!"

The man took a breath, and his movements switched from one posture to another, "Pandora's Actor had this idea from the beginning, he never really intended to restore Osamu Dazai's body and let the child go alone To the gray phantoms that haunt the world! Ah—how pitiful! Ah—how—"

"What the hell are you trying to do?!"

The plan to solve Mimic instead of Sakunosuke Oda was completely ruined, and the young man who was about to witness the death of his friend in front of his eyes again interrupted Pandora's sentence with a trembling voice.

The emotions revealed in his iris pupils were on the verge of shattering, and confusion spread, "Obviously you agreed to the deal at the time!"

The man in the military uniform tilted his head, with an innocent expression on his face, and said doubtfully, "I didn't say I'd help you recover forever."

He stared at the shameless young man whose expression seemed to be accusing him, returned to his smiling face, and explained to himself, "I just feel that I have endured countless sweats and tears for a certain goal and worked hard to recover for a year, but at the end of the day... All the hard work has been wasted...Will Xiaozhi like this collapse?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The crying in his words couldn't be concealed, his expression seemed uncontrollable, and he showed an extremely ugly smile, "Did you have such an idea in the first place..."

From the moment he mentioned the deal, did he decide to completely destroy him at this moment?

However, Pandora's Actor did not answer this question.

It's like an insignificant little thing, it's his pastime behavior, as long as he plays with his pet, there's no need to pay too much attention to it.

He squatted down again, pulled the distance between their faces, and said in a low voice like a ghost: "Xiaozhi, why do you think that I don't know about this?"

A bad premonition emerged, Osamu Dazai bit his lower lip tightly, desperately hoping to skip this topic.

"what are you saying……"

Pandora's Actor heard the words, half-closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to caress the other party's blood-stained lower lip.

"Of course it's the fact that you have all the reincarnation memories, Xiao Zhi really thinks I don't know anything~"

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