Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

Facing the temptation from the darkness, Dazai's answer is:

"...I don't think killing people can bring me happiness."

the boy thought.

"No point, no fun. I don't see what the hell is going on with that."

He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he said this.

The three of them (after a lot of torment) managed to check in at the hotel.

No matter from the perspective of an adult or a subordinate of the organization, it is absolutely impossible to let Osamu Dazai live alone.

Dazai voted again against being in the same room with any of them alone.

result?The result, of course, was to book a presidential suite.

When inputting (false) identity information, the waiter at the front desk kept looking a bit tangled, probably thinking that this uncommon trio was the young master traveling with two bodyguards.

And none of the three of them had any extra interest in enjoying the entertainment equipment in the suite.

At this time, Osamu Dazai was holding the books he carried with him, sitting on the bed and shaking his calf.

Gin opened the silver-gray suitcase, took out various dangerous goods from it, and skillfully assembled the firearms.

As for the vodka...

... He was disgusted by the young master.Dazai didn't want to let him go lightly, nor did he want to personally punish him.

He just ordered Vodka to squat in the porch and leapfrog in a vicious manner.

Vodka: "..." QAQ

Under the sunglasses, old tears flow freely! ! ! (no)

Unfortunately, no one sympathized with him.

The elder brother he treated loyally also cast a cold look at him that was close to zero, and directly pierced the vodka to the point of chilling his heart.

And at this moment, Dazai said these words.

After publishing his knowledge of human life, the boy simply fell back and lay on his back on the bed.

The fluffy black hair was slightly scattered on the snow-white bed. In the next second, Dazai turned over again, pressed the left side of his face underneath, and curled up with his book in his arms.

"……Is boring."

The boy was talking to himself, not like talking to anyone else, and murmured softly, "It's better to kill someone than... Ah, it's better to kill me first."

Dazai said quietly.

"Thinking about it now, after reading all the books, this kind of behavior, in the end...,..."

"?!"

Wiping the gin on the muzzle next to him, shaking his hand!

what happened?Are you talking about murder?Who made you kill yourself? ! ? !

How did this idea jump off the cliff and landslide there? !

After finally getting the person back, don't go back to the original point! !

Gin became irritable.

He put down the gun in his hand, took a deep breath, and suppressed the urge to grab Dazai's collar and roar at that smart head.

The tall man stood up, walked to the edge of the bed in two or three steps, and knelt on the edge of the bed.

The soft bed was slightly sunken under the weight of an adult.

"——What are you thinking, Osamu Dazai?"

Gin said extremely coldly.

He lowered his upper body and approached the boy, his long silver hair covered the sheets.

"I can't understand. It's obviously 'the same kind', who is so proficient in manipulating the dark world. Then—"

Gin coldly pointed out:

"Why are you."

"Don't 'we' have the instinct to survive by whatever means?"

Gin whispered.

"Even if you only have a dagger in your hand, choose to aim the knife at yourself rather than others."

"Borrowing Belmode's catchphrase: you are not an 'angel' in essence, compared to a 'demon', right?"

He stretched out his hand to brush the boy's forehead hair, and looked at the empty and indifferent kite pupil.

"Other people asked you 'why did you die' before. Let me change the question."

Gin asked irresistibly:

"Osamu Dazai."

"—why are you alive?"

"..."

Dazai opened his eyes slightly in a daze, and a few seconds later a faint smile appeared:

"I don't remember," said the child, "but—subconsciously—seems like there's one last thing that hasn't been done yet."

Dazai smiled purely like a child, this smile was almost full of expectation, it had never appeared on the face of this child, it could almost light up the whole room.

"I seem to want to see someone else."

"My own—say 'goodbye.'"

"..." Qin Jiu was silent for a while, the grown man's broad palm covered the child's face, covering up that innocent smile.

He should have warned Dazai: as a 'kind', no one would ever smile like that.

He should also use these hands that are too filthy to clamp Dazai Osamu's ankles tightly, pull people down, fall, fall, fall, don't be pure and innocent alone, drowning in the pool of blood with the crows.

The hands that belonged to the top killer, the second time today.

Almost imperceptibly, slightly trembling.

"Then, let's live."

Ultimately, that's all Gin had to say.

"Live. And don't let me find out who 'that person' really is."

The silver-haired and green-eyed man straightened up again, revealing a cruel grin that smelled of blood.

"Having such a great influence on the heirs of the organization, you must not be afraid of being bitten by a vicious dog like me, right?"

Gin turned around and continued to clean his firearms. He reminded without raising his head when his hands started to move again:

"——Before then, why don't you be a little bit bolder?"

With a hoarse voice, the man coaxed him for the second time, "Even if you're not interested in killing people, you can let go of this mission. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Behind this sentence, there is a subtext such as "the mission target can be killed by me".

And this time,

This time.

Dazai did not explicitly refuse.

【Barrage:

"...Woo, I knew...Happy time is always short..."

"It's like the story of the second boot, did I finally get stabbed... Forget it, the knife that should come will only be late and never absent..."

"So if you ask why the leader Dazai who doesn't have amnesia doesn't want to die, the answer is 'This is the only world where he lives and writes novels', and this world will never disappear..."

"Then ask why the leader who has lost his memory, Youzai, wants to live. Apart from reading books, the only thing that can hold him back subconsciously is the 'last farewell'..."

"I am dead……"

"One knife through the heart..."

"Tonosuke!! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooarms!"

"My smile completely disappeared on my face, wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Barrage: Hold back the tears—I can’t hold back—I can’t bear it anymore—Wow——! ! !

Cry into a ball.

Even the vip was silenced.

At this moment, no matter who it was, they didn't speak any more.

In the space of consciousness, the man with black hair and kite eyes closed his eyes.

After a while.

He reached out and wiped the smile off the guy's face through the screen.

Instead, he gave a short, shallow smile.

A while later.

The high-dimensional barrage has coaxed itself, shivering and squeezing each other, sucking each other back to blood:

"Forget it, forget it, after all, it's the leader Zai... Woohoo, think about Master Qin's real man..."

"Should it be said that Master Qin is really brave to interrupt the leader You Zai Hei Ni's reading at the nick of time, or should it be said that Master Qin is not only quick in thinking and eloquent and good at pulling people back...but also persistent in painting Zai Zai with colorful colors? black..."

"Gang Zhen, if my leader, Zai, zooms in, your organization is simply not enough for people to play..."

"Yeah, the road is narrow!! Master Qin, you don't understand! Look at the pattern of the leader of the IF line, I can at least destroy the whole world!!"

"Why do I look forward to Gin and Oda...? Huh? These two fights seem to be a bit easy?"

"They are also top killers, Gin Jiu (with a murderous look on his face): You are the one who hooked up with my young master?!"

"Then Odasaku (returning with a deadpan face):? No? Dazai was never organized by you, don't talk nonsense."

"Good guy, I'm a little bit over the top too hhhh rush——!"

"However, the leader, Zai, can only be sidelined, laughing to death—"

"By the way, Master Qin, do you feel that you have gradually changed from the mode of hurting each other to the mode of 'pet! Dote on the young master! I'll take care of any mistakes—' mode?!"

"Aw! Knock me to death!!!"

"...Ah, by the way, what is this mission about?"]

The target of the mission is a cabinet official who is secretly cooperating with the crow group.

Should it be said that the desire is inflated, or that life is cherished.

It should be said that Satan's temptation blocked those eyes.

Or - can the wicked actually repent?

In short.The partner tried to bite back and drag the dark organization into the water.

It is taken for granted that this international criminal group cannot just sit back and watch this kind of thing happen, and has never really been relieved of its partner.

The target has been delineated one step ahead of time by the wiretapping device, the family and friends who have a relationship with the official and have been manipulated, the relevant network, and so on.

Naturally, it was impossible for this task target to sit on the ground and wait to die, so of course he notified the police in advance.

And it's ridiculous that he didn't dare to reveal his sinful past, and only fabricated other reasons.

Now, let's see whether the prey escapes first or the hunter grabs the opponent's neck first.

And for Osamu Dazai, all this is like watching a puppet-like absurd play.

He didn't refuse Gin's proposal, nor did he fully accept the second temptation from the darkness.

The little kid was still stubbornly wearing his white suit, and asked for some "little toys" from gin before stepping out of the room.

"I'm going to play—even though it's very boring." Dazai raised his face and smiled with a good mood, "If you're lucky, you might catch some fish."

Dazai gave him whatever gin he wanted, without even saying a word of rejection.

Only after the child took it over and fiddled with it a few times to get started quickly, he reminded:

"I originally planned to snipe from a long distance in public, so as to show the majesty and warning of the organization," Qin Jiu paused, "but if the young master wants to play, I can change the method."

At the same time, Gin glanced at the vodka who was still struggling in the hallway.

"..." Even Qin Jiu couldn't help being speechless for a moment, wishing he could shoot that stupid head off.

He looked down at the eight-year-old organization heir in front of him again.

"You can't go out alone without any precautions, young master." Gin Jiu pondered, "Or I'll go to the spot first—"

"Need not."

For some reason, Osamu Dazai said with a smile on his face, while pointing at the entrance:

"Just let the vodka follow me."

The boy seems to have inspired a new playfulness:

"It feels... Maybe something new will happen."

Dazai whispered as if he had seen through something.