When the head crosses Yokohama

--a story.

49.

Sigma is a poor little one.

From the day he was created, he had no memory, and appeared in the vast desert with two tickets, not knowing where to go, nor where his future was.

Being deceived and used, because of the ability of exchanging information, he was alienated and isolated by everyone, and became a monster that could never blend in with the crowd.

His life was a tragedy, and of course Sigma knew it well.

Because he has been used too many times, when Kuroro stretched out his hand to him, although Sigma had a little luck in his heart, he also put up a thicker defense at the same time - Kuroro is not a trustworthy person, At least to Sigma, he's not trustworthy.

Sigma knew very well that Kuroro was just using him, and Kuroro hadn't been hiding a bit.

Maybe he can only live like this for the rest of his life, with no way to expect changes, and no way to have his own home.

So when Kuroro appeared in front of him with a smile and asked him gently, Sigma was not surprised at all.

"Sigma, can you do me a favor?" The black-haired youth looked at him and asked in a gentle voice.

This day, finally came.

Sigma heard such a voice sounding from the depths of her heart.

But don't humans often say it?No matter what majestic decision you are going through deep in your heart at this moment, or what earth-shaking waves are surging up, maybe in the eyes of strangers around you, your expression is just a little more silent than ordinary people.This kind of battle is destined to be alone, and no one can comfort you at this moment, or even understand you.

Sigma is like this. Although his heart has already caused waves at this moment, on the surface, he only asked indifferently: "What's the matter?"

"Sigma, you are a person created by a book, I need your help to do an experiment." Kuroro said so.

"Okay." He replied calmly.

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The book brought back by Kuroro is no different from ordinary books. The blank book that is said to be able to become a reality as long as it is written on it is now placed in front of Sigma.

He touched it with his hand, and a strange emotion emerged in his heart.

"I was created by this kind of book?"

"It seems so."

Sigma originally thought that he was just thinking about it in his heart, but it wasn't until he heard Kuroro's answer that he realized that he had expressed his thoughts at some point, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

——It was really difficult for him to connect his own birth with the book in front of him.

Blinking his eyes, what reverberated in Sigma's heart at this moment was a sense of absurdity that could not be accurately described but could indeed be felt.

"What should I do?"

Kuroro thought about it, and inexplicable emotions appeared in the dark pupils, which Sigma would never understand, and then he heard Kuroro say: "Sigma, do you have any wishes? As long as it is what you wish, You can write it all."

The ability of the book is limited. In this world, some things are destined to have no results. The truth behind them will be hidden in the dark, and then no one will know the whole picture of the incident. But perhaps it is because of this that the book will have Such a restriction can only be realized if a story with cause and effect and a logical relationship is written in the book.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"Story is a very interesting thing. The story is fictitious, but the story needs to strictly abide by the social logic of reality, but the reality is just the opposite. The reality does not need to abide by anything - there is no cause and effect, no end... Sigma, you say Why does such a magical book exist in this world?"

Sigma lowered his eyes.

"I don't know." He almost murmured, "This kind of thing... How would I know?"

If you ask Sigma what his wish is, he will undoubtedly say that he hopes to have a home, but a complete story that strictly abides by social logic and rules is more difficult than imagined. When Sigma writes, the whole person All trembling.

"Sigma, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm a little scared." He didn't know why he was scared. The source of his emotions was very strange. The action of lifting the pen was like lifting a heavy object, and there was no way to make the movements of his hands naturally.

"Is it because I was created and I can't use the book?" Sigma had an ugly smile on his face, as if his strongest disguise over the years had been forcibly pierced, revealing The fragile and wandering soul inside, "Why... I feel like I can't write?"

"Is that so?" Kuroro looked at Sigma who was about to cry, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, "If this is the case, then Sigma, let me write it for you." The young man blinked his eyes: "But I'm not good at this kind of thing at all. If there are any consequences, I hope Sigma you don't hate me."

Although the tone sounded like he was asking for opinions, it was not, Kurolo was just saying that.

In his eyes, Sigma was just a guinea pig after all.

A complete, logical causal story, Kuroro decided to start writing from the time he first saw Sigma:

"The first time Sigma saw the black-haired young man was on the second day after his casino was built, a waiter trotted in and reported the news in a panic. He said:

"Manager Sigma, a guest wants to see you."

Sigma had a premonition that this guest might cause him some trouble, but for some reason, he didn't want the black-haired guest to cause a stir, so while he was full of anxiety about other events, he smiled Received the black-haired guest.

Sigma's premonition was completely right, and this guest did cause them great trouble in the days that followed.

Their plan fails because of the dark-haired guest. "

When writing here, Kuroro's pen stopped.

He looked at the text that he had just written down, his dark eyes reflected the not-so-beautiful handwriting on the blank page, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Sigma's mood hasn't stabilized yet, so Kuroro didn't show this to Sigma.

"Orihara-kun, what do you think?"

"Is this text the beginning of Sigma's story?" Orihara Rin also looked at Kuroro with a strange look, "You wrote this, Kuroro?"

"Yes, in fact, I have never written a novel." Kuroro seemed to smile modestly, "This is the first time I have picked up a pen, and it feels surprisingly good."

Kuroro is a native of Meteor Street. Survival, fighting and violence flow in his bones. Although he also likes to read books and explore magical things, but for so many years, apart from burning, misbehavior, and mind training, he can see Aside from his extraordinary talent, Kuroro never knew he had the potential to write.

"It's an amazing feeling. When I get the pen, my hand moves by itself. I don't even need to think, and I can write the next story completely coherently." The smile on the corner of Kuroro's mouth is a bit strange at this moment: "These It was as if the content had been forcefully stuffed into one's own mind."

"Kurolo, what do you want to say?"

Orihara Lin finally realized that what Kuroro wanted to discuss was not about the story at all.

"It's nothing, it's just some random thoughts on my part."

The conversation ended without a problem, and Orihara Lin didn't know what Kuroro wanted to express at all, and when he asked again, Kuroro had already shut up.

Kuroro stopped talking about this topic, but asked him a question temporarily, "Mr. Orihara, what do you think of books?"

Orihara Lin also narrowed his eyes.

"I don't have any opinions, I'm only interested in humans."

Kuroro let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

The story about Sigma is still going on, Kuroro decided to let the pen in his hand play, and see what kind of story will be finally presented in the book.

"Their plan failed, and just as Sigma predicted, he lost his casino.

Vaguely, Sigma had a feeling that this was indeed the case.

However, what Sigma didn't expect was that the black-haired guest reached out to him at this moment.

He found a new home, and although this home was temporary, Sigmar settled down for a while, until one day, the tragedy of his life repeated itself.

This time it was no longer a human trafficker, nor was it a thin Russian youth, but this guest from another world. He used a gentle tone as he did when he was invited to join at the beginning, and then stretched out to him in a gentlemanly manner. hands.

The dark-haired guest said, "Sigma, I need your help."

Finally, after several years of continuous ups and downs, the young man who had been abandoned countless times was abandoned again. His heart was desolately thinking that it was indeed the case, thinking that this time should be the same as the countless times in the past.

But in fact it is different. Countless accumulated emotions finally erupted. At first, he just felt scared, and then hesitated. When the black-haired guest left him with a book, all these emotions finally turned into nothingness.

Like a volcano erupting, the erupting emotions completely buried him at the foot of the mountain, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.

Eventually, Sigma passed out. "

After writing the last few words, Kuroro raised his head, suddenly feeling a little dazed.As if he suddenly woke up from a dream, there was a strange meaning in his eyes.

This is a story.

From the beginning, it's been a story.

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Just like Kuroro wrote in the book, Sigma actually fell asleep.

In fact, Sigma is currently in a blurred dream.

If you ask Sigma a question about what he has done since he was born, Sigma has two answers—one is constantly looking for a home, and the other is constantly trying to find his own memory.

But on the way to find his destination, one day Sigma suddenly knew his own life experience - he was created out of thin air by the book, so he has no past and no future, let alone memory.

He has no memory, so the search all the time is in vain; he is not even human, and even if he tries so hard to blend into the crowd, he is only treated as a monster.

So Sigma had a deep sense of loneliness.

He is just a bystander in this world.

Of course, Sigma has also thought about who created him--of course it is impossible to create a story out of thin air with a book and a pen. A complete story needs to be created, and a pen must be needed people.

The person holding the pen is the creator of Sigma.

——Why did he appear in the desert when he was created?Why does he have two tickets in his hand?And where do these two tickets go?

These doubts were deeply hidden in Sigma's heart. Due to his past experience, he no longer dared to pursue the truth, because he was very afraid that it would be another story that had nothing to do with him.

But sometimes the world is so wonderful, and the truth always comes unexpectedly.

In the dream, Sigma suddenly dreamed of all his memories.

In the dream, grotesque scenes emerged one after another, for a while it was a flat grassland, and for a while it was a rough sea. Sigma saw a little bird flying by in front of his eyes, holding a bug in its mouth and perched on a branch, chirping, very lively.

It must be spring.

Sigma in the dream sighed like this.

"Did you see those mountains in the distance?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Outside those mountains is the sea, and at the end of the sea is the land. Human beings like us live on the land. They are busy every day. Busy, happy and happy life."

Sigma didn't know who was speaking, and the tone should be that of an elder, but Sigma had no memory of this person, only felt that the voice was very kind, and at the same time, filled with sadness.

The picture in the dream suddenly changed at this moment, and Sigma came to the outside of the mountain and the end of the sea—but it was completely different from the scene described by that friendly voice. Although the people on land were busy living, they did not not happy.

Because war happened.

The smoke and wailing all over the sky constituted the entire scene of the second half of the dream. Sigma saw the homeless people, the warriors who charged into battle, and also saw the broken corpses one after another, and the corpses lying on the ground. The howling people.

The world was so miserable that it made him flustered.

At this time, Sigma's dream changed again.

He seems to be hurt, his voice is a little weak, and he is telling a strange story about peace: "My hometown is on the other side of the sea, and there is a stretch of mountains. In spring, there will be birds with worms in their mouths. Looking at the branches, the underage children will run in the fields, and everyone says that they live happily."

"Okay, stop talking!"

The voice of the person holding him was a little broken: "Stop talking..."

"It would be nice if we could live in peaceful times."

Faintly, Sigma heard the voice say this in the dream.

In the dream, Sigma raised his head hard, trying to see that person's face clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, even though he was paralyzed in his arms at the moment, the distance from that person was still so far away that he couldn't touch that person , unable to speak, only heard him saying intermittently:

"If you have a chance to survive, I really hope that you can forget everything."

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The dream was suddenly broken, and Sigma opened his eyes and saw a faint light.

His thinking was still a little confused, as if the whole person was still in a dream, the sad atmosphere accumulated in his pupils, and finally turned into clear tears and flowed down.

"what happened to you?"

The black-haired young man was sitting in front of him holding a book, and he seemed to have been staying here for a long time. Before Sigma woke up, he had already flipped through half of the book.

"I had a dream."

Sigma stared at the ceiling in confusion: "It seems to be a dream about my past, I'm not sure."

Kuroro blinked when he heard the words, and Sigma's confused eyes reflected in his quiet pupils, "What kind of dream is it, can you tell me about it?"

"It's just a few fragments, I can't describe it accurately," Sigma's pupils emptied, and he seemed to be restraining something, "but it's very sad, I feel like I'm dead, in a chaotic world .”

"Really?" Kuroro changed his posture, "Is that all, Sigma?"

"Well, that's all."

Sigma is like an old man who has suddenly experienced his whole life, lying on the bed with some vicissitudes, obviously there is no clear story line in the dream, but Sigma just thinks it is his memory, and this life is filled with a kind of sadness Breath: "I'm suddenly a little lucky."

"Happy for what?"

"I'm glad I don't have any memories."

If it is really as depicted in the dream, the world is in chaos and he died in the gunfire, then what kind of process did this person go through, and what price did he spend, so that he can stand in this state now? where?

Just thinking about it like this made Sigma feel his heart constrict.

But Kuroro didn't seem to be interested in his dream, and he just asked a few casual questions about it, and then got involved with the book: "Sigma, do you know why you suddenly fell into a coma?"

"I don't know." Sigma shook his head, he didn't want to know now either.

"Because I wrote you into the book before."

"Will the content written in the book for the test be realized?"

"This is one reason, but there is another reason. I'm trying to confirm a guess." Kuroro's tone was unhurried, and Sigma heard it in his ears, but his brain couldn't react in time, but even so, he Still following Kuroro's words, he continued to ask: "What guess?"

Kuroro smiled: "I'm wondering if what's happening now is a story that's already been written."

"What does that mean?" Sigma blinked.

Kuroro didn't answer him, and Sigma fell silent.

At this time, he had almost fully awakened from the dream, and a pensive look appeared in his eyes.After thinking about it for a while, Sigma sat up from the bed, looked straight into Kuroro's eyes and asked, "Kuroro, you want to use the book to revive your companion, right?"

"Well, almost."

"Then what if it doesn't succeed?" Here, Sigma's failure doesn't mean that the book cannot be successfully resurrected, but another situation: "In case the members you resurrect are not the ones you expected, in case they are like Like me, I don’t have any memory of the past, so what are you going to do, Kurolo?”

"Yes, there is indeed such a possibility."

Kuroro thought for a while, then laughed, "If this kind of thing really happened, then let's talk about it when the time comes."

If it's just a copy, then just kill it. If there is no memory, the memory can be retrieved... Spiders will always have their own choices, but no matter what happens, Kurolo feels that this method It's worth his while to try.

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The consequences of the dream were not serious, and Sigma was soon free again.

But from then on, his whole person seemed to have changed, and there was an increasingly heavy melancholy breath between his brows.

"Sigma, what are you going to do next?" Kuroro didn't add any more storylines after experimenting with writing a short paragraph about Sigma's story in the book.

In fact Kuroro hasn't had any inspiration for Sigma since he wrote the latter paragraph.

There is no way to start writing.

So he wanted to see Sigma's options.

"I'm going to pursue my own memory." After a period of thinking, Sigma finally made this decision: "I always feel that I am a bystander of the world, but maybe this is not the case, I have to pursue it The truth of the matter."

"wish you success."

"Thank you, Kurolo."

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In the coffee shop, Kuroro and Dazai sat opposite each other.

"So... that's how it happened?" Hearing what Kuroro did with this book during his treatment in the hospital, Dazai put his hands crossed on the table, staring into Kuroro's eyes as if he wanted to Observe whether he is lying or not from his subtle expression.

After a while when nothing was observed, Dazai sighed as if giving up: "Krollo, haven't you already done experiments with poor Sigma?"

The tone couldn't help showing some sarcasm: "So Mr. Ku Luoluo, you concluded that...?"

Kuroro smiled: "I'm not suitable for writing stories, I'm not so..." The eyes of the black-haired young man in front of him became very confused. He seemed to be looking for a suitable adjective to describe his state, but He couldn't find the right words in the end, so he could only sigh, and said reluctantly: "...I don't have that delicate emotion, I'm not suitable for holding a pen, and I don't have any talent in this regard. "

"But you obviously did an experiment with Sigma and wrote about him." Dazai pointed this out as a matter of course, and he looked at Kuroro, trying to play tricks on Kuroro.

"Dazai-kun, do you really think that's what I wrote?" Kuroro smiled helplessly, "It's just a story written by someone with my hand, just because I realized That, so I'm now looking for someone to help me with this story."

"Dazai-kun... I don't know how good you are at making up stories?"

Hearing Kuroro's question, Dazai couldn't help but burst out laughing. Dazai seemed to be really caught off guard or a little surprised. This action even affected his wound, causing him to sneak out of the hospital just now. His whole body ached, but the next second his iris eyes narrowed: "That is to say, Kurolo, are you going to give me your pen?"

"Your own destiny is written for you by someone else." Smiling, Dazai's eyes turned cold. "If it were me, I would never do such a thing, so Kurolo, are you serious?"

"Of course," the black-haired man in front of him drooped his eyelids, "I have nothing to lose, and I never regret the decisions I made."

Kuroro was so frank that he didn't seem to be lying at all: "Dazai-kun, we are different, maybe this decision seems very stupid to you, Dazai-kun, but my judgment is that you can give it a try... So Dazai-kun, this matter Can I ask you something?"

"Are they that important people?" Dazai finally asked this question.

"Yeah, probably someone as important as your Oda Sakunosuke." Kuroro replied with a disgusting smile.

"You are such a contradictory person." Saying this, Dazai lowered his eyelids, and in a few seconds he will make his next decision—a decision about the future, because this decision may change the world Even better, there may be more casualties in the future - but in any case, he has to make this decision now.

Yes, or no.

"I need a promise." A few seconds were not long, and Dazai didn't need to hesitate at all. He immediately raised his head and looked at Kuroro with a smile. Anyone who is familiar with Dazai knows that this is The expression that he is about to open his mouth when he is negotiating.

"Well——" Considering what kind of person Dazai is, Kuroro thought for a while before continuing: "Spiders will never harm Yokohama and fight against the Armed Detective Agency?"

"not enough."

"What else do you need?" The smile on Kuroro's face became hypocritical.

"Return the book, seal it, and assist us in completing some necessary events when necessary—as the price of resurrection from the dead, the above conditions are not too harsh, right, Mr. Ku Luoluo?"

"Of course." The smile on Kuroro's face was still perfect and calm, "Although no one can predict what the future will be like, but I still have to make one thing clear in advance, Dazai-kun—the last point above, all I can represent is Personally, if the detective agency needs help, of course I'd be happy to help you."

"Wish us success?"

"Wish us success."

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When Osamu Dazai returned to the hospital with a smile on his face, the little nurse in charge of his area glared at him angrily, her beautiful eyes almost popping out.

"Beautiful lady, please don't look at me with such passionate eyes, if you look at me like this again, I can't help but fall in love with you~"

The sweet words came out, Dazai's iris-colored eyes showed a small heart, even though his face was pale with scars at the moment, Dazai who made such an action still exuded a damn charm.

As a result, the little nurse was blind, with one hand on her hip, and swung her up with a slap: "If you want to die early, get out of the hospital quickly, and don't take up the resources of public facilities. Patients like you who don't cherish life, our hospital I'm too lazy to accept it!"

I didn't expect to be such an energetic nurse~

Dazai originally wanted to make some more jokes, but he saw a familiar figure through the gap in the door of the ward, so his eyes became serious, and he apologized to the little nurse seriously, and made a decision to take medicine on time in the future. After checking a lot of promises like never sneaking away again, the nurse let him go.

"Mr. Ranpo?"

It turned out that Ranpo Edogawa was waiting for him in his ward. This famous detective, whom even Osamu Dazai had to admire, closed the door and asked with a smile:

"Mr. Ranpo, when did you come here?"

"Just came here not long ago." Luanbu was wearing his plaid cloak, and was sitting on the hospital bed eating at the moment, "I thought you should be back soon, so I came here to wait for you."

In order to wait for Osamu Dazai, he specially prepared a bunch of snacks, and he just opened a small cake.After looking through the collection of various snacks, I finally picked out a piece of strawberry candy with some reluctance and handed it to Osamu Dazai: "Do you want to eat this?"

Dazai shook his head amusedly, "The nurse just warned me not to drink coffee or eat candies during the medication."

As soon as he sat with Kuroro, the smell of coffee on his body was smelled by the nurse with a superb nose, so he was given a good lesson.

It's really a pity.

Hearing that Dazai didn't want it, Ranbu immediately took back the candies, took all his snacks into his arms, and then continued to gnaw on his own little cake while continuing to ask casually: "How did the talk go?"

He didn't ask who he was talking to, nor what it was, but Mr. Ranpo obviously already knew.

"It went a little bit smoother than I expected." Dazai didn't specify what it was, and blinked his eyes before saying again: "I thought Ranpo-san, you weren't interested in this."

Ranpo is only interested in murder cases, and since the crisis of the detective agency was lifted, he has never intervened in the affairs here.

"No way, who made you keep getting injured and sent to the hospital?" Ranbu jumped up from the hospital bed with some dissatisfaction, and complained: "The president is always worried that you will die suddenly one day, so please let me Let me take care of you, since you seem to be fine now, then I will go back."

Seeing that Dazai came back safely, even though Dazai didn't say anything, Ranpo could see the whole process of the incident from some details on him - so the president's doubts did not happen at all, and he could finally go back.

Thinking of this, Ranbu finally felt a little better.

"Mr. Ranpo, Kuroro's deal...what do you think?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Patting his butt, the detective replied indifferently: "Anyway, I just need to have an interesting case."

After speaking, Mr. Ranpo left.

Dazai blinked, and it took a while for a smile to appear on his face: "Yes, that's true."

——Mr. Ranpo did not join the detective agency at the beginning to save ordinary citizens in Yokohama. As a famous detective, he only pursued novel cases; just like Dazai who joined the detective agency at the beginning, he just wanted to be A party that helps others.

"What the hell am I struggling with... Really!"

Shaking his head and muttering like self-deprecating, Dazai cast his eyes out of the window after finishing speaking.

——Although there may be some changes in the future, some things are still the same as before. He just needs to work hard to live.

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After learning that Dazai had returned to the hospital, Kunikida made a special trip to visit him once.

"Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened."

"If you need help with anything, remember to come to me, partner."

"Ok."

After a round of meaningless conversations like this, Kunikida, who had a lot to do every day, left in a hurry. He didn't ask the bottom line, but just supported his detective agency members in this silent way.

Dazai in the ward could not help but sigh.

"Why don't you tell Kunikida-kun about the book?" At this moment, a black-haired young man leisurely walked out from behind the curtain of Dazai's single ward. It was none other than Kuroro. His deep eyes stared at the direction Kunikida left: "Kunikida-kun looks worried about you."

The expression on Dazai's face immediately turned cold.

"Kurolo, can you please don't just show up in my ward, this is a private domain." Dazai really wanted to sneer at Kurolo, but Kurolo has a weird mind, and he will never have ordinary people. The reaction that people should have, "And you should know that since the explosion in the Minato Mirai area, you and I have become the government's focus."

Dazai did not reveal the news about the book, but the government has already got wind of it. It is really not a wise move for Kuroro to show up in his ward at such a time.

And when Dazai mentioned what happened in the Minato Mirai area, Dazai became very angry with Kuroro. If he could, he really wanted to trample someone like Kuroro on the ground and torture him in the most humiliating way.

"So how are you preparing, Dazai-kun?" Kuroro directly asked the question he was most concerned about.

This preparation, of course, refers to the preparation of the book.

"I still need some information." When he said this, Dazai looked at Kuroro, "the beginning and the end of the story always need some background, if there is no way to understand these things, I can't guarantee its logic .”

This is actually true, but what Dazai wants to know most is the cause and effect of Kuroro's death, which will help him understand and plan how to contain this person in the future.

It was because he had too many worries, that's why he didn't take action for a long time.

Obviously Kuroro also understands Dazai's mind, but he doesn't care.

"If you are curious, Dazai-kun, just ask me directly." Dazai found that the smile on Kuroro's face is now becoming more and more disgusting, "After all, we are on the same front now, and I can do anything Tell you."

"Really? That's really great." With a happy expression, Dazai put all his dissatisfaction into his skin, and began to ask about Kuroro's past in detail.

"What is this different world like?" This was Dazai's first question.

"A different world? To me, your place is actually a different world." Kuroro raised his eyes slightly, as if he was caught in the memory: "But in fact, it is not much different from Yokohama, but in Yokohama The Hunter Continent is divided into many countries, and there is a profession called Hunter..."

"Then what's the matter with the mind power you use?" As a special ability user whose ability is invalidated, Dazai has never been troubled by difficult abilities in his life. The world is equal, and everyone is in front of him. They are all ordinary people.

But Kuroro is not. Kuroro's ability to read is strange, and he has been raped by Kuroro twice without any defense.

"Mind power is a kind of life energy. It is a power that everyone can stimulate but not necessarily learn to use. Mind power has four basic skills and some advanced application skills. In the later stage, you can develop your own personal application skills... ..."

"How did you come to this world?"

"I was killed by chain hands, thrown into the bottom of the sea, and then I came to this world as soon as I opened my eyes..."

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Just like what Kuroro said, Kuroro answered Dazai's questions one by one. If you put aside Kuroro's resume, the man sitting in front of the hospital bed and talking about his past in a calm tone, Dazai There is almost an illusion that this person deserves to be a friend.

Dazai sneered.

"So Kurolo, you just killed other people's clan just to dig out your eyes, and then you were hunted down