Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

When the knee touched the slate, the cold and hard touch immediately penetrated into the bone marrow along the knee, making him shudder instinctively.

——After all, he didn't know how long Gin had been injured to such a degree.

And this stinging pain finally cooled the mind that was boiling with gin.

It worked.Finally, it worked.

Gin used Kudo Shinichi and the information he didn't know, and finally got a chance to face the leader Dazai.

Should it be said that Mr. really treats children preferentially?If it wasn't for the poor intelligence, if it wasn't for Kudo Shinichi's phrase ""Disqualification in the World""... Qin Jiu didn't think that he could break into the mafia headquarters building and kill him with his own abilities.

As for the fact that he didn't know about it, but Kudo shared the same secret with his husband, Qin Jiu didn't care about it at all, so he just let it go.Um.Simply put: he was jealous.

Speaking of which,...why can a book title get the chance to be interrogated by the mafia leader himself?Then he bought the first edition of Natsume Soseki's "I Am a Cat" for their young master?

Thoughts like this only lightly slipped across the surface of Gin's brain.He doesn't think deeply about these "coincidences" such as "same name as Japanese literary giant".After all, after all...

Gin waited so long for his true allegiance to the master.

Finally stood in front of him again.

It is this fact, not the coldness of the slate, that makes the gin tremble in its true sense.

"Mr. Dazai..."

Gin called again in a low voice, and closed his eyes almost uncontrollably.

Once, after Osamu Dazai left that world, more than one person made an "encounter" with Gin, trying to make something out of it.

Some people wonder why the change of the leader of the organization is so hasty, like a child's play.

Some people wondered who the "sir" who sat in that position briefly before the new leader was.

One wonders why Gin was willing to let Belmode sit in that position.

Someone tried to sow discord: Do you want to try gin?Is that the taste of power?

For the former, Gin sneered and gave a bullet; for the latter, Gin sneered and shot another bullet.

... What kind of courtship.Dare to come to find out about Mr.

People who are not members of the dark organization, who have never experienced that period of virtual reality, can't even imagine what "Dazai Osamu" is like, and who gave them the courage to come and talk about it?

Gin sometimes feels that "Dazai Osamu" is the words he personally carved on the bottom of his heart with a knife, just hearing this name makes him want to bleed, the blood is endless, but the words become more and more clean under the scrub of blood, unlike him Symbiosis; at other times, Gin hopes that as many people mention Dazai to him, the better, and in such a sudden shock, Gin understands:

Osamu Dazai really existed.

It is not some kind of fantasy dream produced by a disqualified killer who killed too many people and finally became insane.

——It's hard.too difficult.

When the leader Dazai left, he didn't take anything with him, and he didn't leave anything behind.

Clear and bright, without worries.

Occasionally, when gin ordered vodka, he blurted out "buy some crabs...!", and he didn't react until the whole sentence was finished; the killer who never set foot in a bookstore would occasionally walk in the sun and stop for a few minutes...but that was not " Dazai Osamu, Gin didn't open the page even once; Gin never went back to the safe house with [Kurosawa] house number written on it.He was afraid to see the dusty entrance that no eight-year-old boy had ever set foot in.

ah.In this way, the departure of the leader Dazai did not leave nothing behind.

He leaves big chunks of lonely void.

The void isn't even painful.It's just that occasionally people feel as if there is a hole in their chest, and they can't help but hold their breath to listen to the gust of wind.

Once gin met bourbon. ...Or "Toru Amuro", or "Zero Jiangya".whatever.Anyway, since Mr. said that Bourbon was a spy on three fronts, Gin believed it.Other than that, he doesn't think about any other possibilities.

At that time, Bourbon was talking to another hooded man with a bass bag on his back. He caught a glimpse of gin, lowered the brim of his hat and left silently.

"..." Bourbon looked back at the gin and sighed softly, "...we really appreciate it."

Who said otherwise.Who said no?

It was a rare occasion when gin was too lazy to be picky and only passed by bourbon.

When this silence permeated, the two felt the loneliness that almost swallowed the air at the same time, and they were thankful that they were not the only ones who remembered this blankness... and enjoyed this loneliness.

Another time, Belmode lit a lady's cigarette, pushed away the office chair, stood up and leaned against the table.

In the lingering white smoke, she stared at the dark green eyes of gin.

"You never kneel to me." Belmode chuckled.

"Don't ask questions knowingly." Qin Jiu snorted coldly, and directly called the 'code name' of the current leader of the organization: "—Bermode."

The organization was handed over to Belmode, who was bound to maintain the status quo of the "Three Moment Concept" at all costs. At the same time, Gin was left with a lot of freedom of movement, making Gin more like a "cooperative" than a "subordinate". companion".

His dignity, his loyalty, and his pride are preserved because of this, so that he will not be broken and bruised all over his body.

... What kind of subtle and silent tenderness is this.Do we have to arrange for everyone to have a happy ending?

Gin closed his eyes, walked around Belmode and walked out the door, with his left hand in his pocket, rubbing the lighter that he had once lit for his husband.

This.That's all.

Gin almost thought that this was his whole life: to be a silent gravekeeper around the grave with blood clotted in his heart, until one day he finally died from a bullet that pierced his skull, and his body fell into the roadside waterway where no one cared Decaying slowly... Or being discovered by a big detective passing by like a coincidence. After turning over the corpse and identifying it several times, he realized that it turned out to be the once famous gin wine, and finally pulled out his mobile phone to call the police... ...I have cooperated with "Twilight" more times, and even Gin is familiar with Kudo Shinichi's routines for solving crimes.

However, this is not the end.

No one knows the ecstasy and killing intent in Qin Jiu's heart when they met in the pure white room... Maybe the "Dazai" who is no different from Mr. knows.

And until now—

The pair of high-end hand-made cowhide boots came slowly, and stopped slowly in Gin's lowered vision.

The cold gaze that passed over Gin's body caused a needle-like chill to appear on his back, and the wounds that had been subjected to various punishments seemed to be burned by flames.

will say anything.Gin shuddered in thought.What will you say?

Scolding "Why did you chase after me"?Are you ridiculing "a dog that haunts people and won't leave"?That's nothing.That's perfectly fine.Gin thought happily, I am willing to crawl down and be your most loyal...

"Tsk." The man flicked his tongue contemptuously. "Obviously I hate dogs the most." Dazai said.

Something in that voice touched the killer's nerves, causing Gin to ignore the rules and raise his head in disbelief!

He——is indeed Osamu Dazai.

Black clothes, red scarves, pale bandages.It is both authority and bondage, like a throne but a shackle.This body is still firmly worn by this man, without any change.

That handsome face is still not stained with the slightest imprint of time, but it seems that it is even more bloodless than before, making it hard to find a healthy color.

Sir doesn't look any different at all.

The only one is the kite pupil which is not covered by the bandage.

The cold look that emerged from the bottom of his eyes made Gin feel the ice cubes falling straight from his throat into his stomach for a moment, and even his breathing stopped involuntarily.

The gentle fire that once lit up Yuantong, no matter how faint it was, seemed to have been burned completely, leaving only a handful of ashes.

Let Gojo Satoru, let Gin, let Kudo Shinichi, let these people who have been personally warmed by that cluster of fireworks see the difference at a glance.

and terrified by it—

"Mr. Dazai?!" Gin was so startled that he raised his voice slightly, "What are you,...you, no, what are you going to do?" Gin blurted out out of awareness of that intelligent mind, and the next second He glared at the two behind Dazai with fierce hostility: "How do you take care of Mr.?!"

Among the two, the red-haired woman who had skillfully tortured him covered her lips, while the other boy with white hair and golden pupils looked back with a quiet and silent gaze.

Gin was almost pissed off by this "indifferent" attitude in his opinion, struggling to stand up from the ground, and teach these people what is meant by organizational loyalty...!

Gin couldn't stand up.

A foot stepped on his shoulder and mercilessly pushed him back to the ground!

"……,cough--!!"

This kick accurately crushed the fresh wound, and it was located on Gin's sensitive left shoulder, which is used to shooting guns. He clenched his teeth tightly so that he didn't bend his back and lie on the ground in humiliation.He barely steadied himself, his silver-white temple hair stuck to his cheeks with sweat, and he raised his eyes to look up.

The leader looked down at him indifferently, like looking at a corpse with a pile of flesh.He crushed the foot on Gin's shoulder.

"Speak." The leader said calmly, "Don't you guys want to see me? I'm already here."

"..." Qin Jiu opened his mouth, only tasted the saltiness of blood and cold sweat.

say what?Said sir, why don't you know me at all?So you're really a mafia boss through and through?What the hell happened to this fucking world?What the hell did it do to you? !What exactly is the thing that you have to accomplish despite being cruel to this extent—!

At this moment, Gin was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.He thought, maybe it was because Mr. stepped on him and opened the new injury on his shoulder.

He bowed his head.He gave up the dignity he had tenderly maintained from his husband, and allowed himself to be broken by his own hands.

"Wang."

Gin said.