Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

When he heard the sound of the door opening, the man who had just passed another elevator and circled into the secret passage, he laughed when he heard the sound.The night that lingers in his heart all year round finally glows like a firefly. This light is flickering, weak, insignificant, and extremely inconspicuous, but he can't help feeling: This is really the warmest thing since I can remember. The light is gone.

So the man smiled slightly after the final farewell was over.

Therefore, when taking the elevator back to his coffin, the man smiled slightly.

Therefore, at the moment of meeting the man-made fate, the man smiled slightly.

With excellent patience and incomparable calmness, he remotely controlled Izumi Kyoka's mobile phone, and used the recordings that had already been tampered with to release Akutagawa Ryunosuke's remote control of [Yasha Shirayuki]. , saved her own life.After finishing this matter and talking with Atsushi Nakajima through the communication machine, the young mafia leader still felt a burst of brisk joy: In this way, sister Hongye has no worries.

The long-lost lightness almost made him hum.The once dark chief's room was covered by the setting sun, and every corner of the room with an orange-orange pavement, except for the secret room that was about to be opened.It's a warm shade reminiscent of bar lamps in bars.He ran his fingers through his black hair unconsciously, noticing his appearance for the first time in four and a half years, and for the first time felt that the red scarf around his neck felt less like a sling.The kite pupil that was not covered by the bandages contained a slight smile, meaningful, tender and gentle.This man couldn't see it himself, so he didn't understand: this smile of his was clearly the same as the smile of another "Osamu Dazai" in the main world that he tried to parody not long ago.

He felt that he could maintain this good mood until the last sunset.

With the joy of falling into a dream, the dark, bright red, and pale man stepped out of the night and walked into this sunset——

The door of the chief's room was pushed open without warning.

The supreme leader of the port mafia, he is not angry.He slightly bent his brows and eyes, and a real expression was about to take shape:

"red--"

The sound stopped abruptly.

It was not Koyo Ozaki who had been ordered to kill the intruders on the top floor who entered the door without permission.

This is a young man.Black hair, kite eyes, sand-colored windbreaker, tall and thin, with a handsome face.I don't know what happened, a long slit was cut in the collar of his windbreaker, as if being swung from top to bottom by some sharp weapon, and the trousers of the light-colored slacks were stained with blood.The man staggered a little when he walked, so that when he opened the door with his right hand, his left hand was behind his back in embarrassment.

For a moment no one spoke.The leader watched the intruder in silence until he slowly walked in and stood before him.

Osamu Dazai and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, and each saw from the other's eyes that he was a monster.

"……I don't know."

The leader spoke slowly and inexplicably.He seemed to be looking at an unsolvable puzzle:

"If you are Osamu Dazai, why are you here?"

(If you are Osamu Dazai, why are you trying to stop me.)

Only one person in the room knew that, in timelines that had been erased, this question had once hung in the air, creating a hollow and hopeless echo.

The only person who knew the answer, he wanted to answer the idiot opposite him, telling him "Idiot, why don't you understand this", but also wanted to say "I really hate...", and wanted to punch him This lifeless face with no sense of survival.

But at this moment, Dazai looked at the leader wrapped in black on the opposite side, looked at the relaxed smile still lingering between his brows and eyes, and knew that this man had fulfilled his wish and was content to die, but in a moment of surprise, Dazai saw a figure in the reflection of the lens of that eye: he was lifeless, had no sense of survival, his face was indifferent and tired, with a calm madness.Only then did Dazai realize to himself: The monster is actually me.

All right.Dazai thought to himself: We are still the two ends of the mirror, but each other reflects each other's face.

He didn't bother to explain anything to this guy.Three-dimensional, high-dimensional, desperate world, pure white room, main world... So many people prayed for a miracle, and this miracle rolled on the tip of his tongue, and he only spit out a few words:

"It's for...the world."

Dazai said.

As soon as these words came out, the voice as rough as coals from hell almost dragged the air with rough scratches.This voice once shocked everyone who knew "Osamu Dazai", but when he really stood in front of another self, this leader Dazai just raised his brows slightly in understanding:

"Did you swallow that pill. Why?"

Dazai replied without the slightest expression on his face: "It has nothing to do with you." He said.

Through that silver tongue, Dazai uttered words that were hard to distinguish between true and false.

From that unpredictable face, it was really hard to tell whether Dazai believed it or not.

And the voice fell, as if judging that the verbal confrontation had come to an end between the three sentences at the same time, Butei Dazai took a step forward, and at the same time, the leader Dazai took a step back.

"Hold out your hand," Dazai said.

"I can't take the risk," the chief retorted flatly.

"This world is not so fragile yet," Dazai sneered, and cast a sneering glance at his other self, with unreserved indifference in his eyes, breaking through the whitewashed reality, and saying what the two of them knew very well Discourse:

"After all... You have spent four years planning and coaxing Akutagawa's younger sister Xiaoyin, taking Dunjun away from the orphanage ahead of time, and creating conflicts between the two of you. Everything is for this moment."

Dazai calmly said a noun:

"'Singularity of power'. The singularity produced by the fusion of Atsushi-kun and Akutagawa-kun's supernatural powers, and the fusion of souls, something that transcends power. *...In order to have the power to protect the 'book' in the future , the two of them must realize this in the life-and-death struggle. Based on this reason, you arranged all this, is it right?"

This was not a question to be answered, and the leader responded with silence.

"In the same way, we can also create a 'singularity point' between the two of us." Dazai said calmly and rationally, "[Disqualification in the World] is an absolute nullification ability without special exceptions. It is obvious. When [Disqualification in the World] comes into contact with [Disqualification in the World], there will be an infinite loop of paradox... [Nofit in the World] will never be able to invalidate [Disqualification in the World]. Therefore, the 'Supernatural Singularity' was born. "

Dazai urged in a flat tone:

"Come on. I don't want to shake a man's hand."

"..." The leader Dazai narrowed his eyes, "Are you finally crazy?"

Dazai glared at him coldly: "Whose fault is this all?"

"Your." The port mafia leader replied in seconds, with a little grievance in his calmness, and even a bit of ridicule in his grievance.His tone of voice was so calm that the stab at the end of the sentence caught people off guard:

"Everything is your fault, Osamu Dazai."

The leader Dazai said quietly.

"..."

"..."

The solidified air descended on the chief's room, and the two men who were still alive held their breath at the same time, creating a pain like suffocation.

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai was absolutely merciless towards Osamu Dazai.

"Sure enough, I can't forgive 'Dazai Osamu'." said the leader Dazai.

"As expected, you are a coward." Butei Dazai said, "'Dazai Osamu', how long are you going to run away?"

The Dazai Osamu of the main world, the only real Dazai Osamu outside the 'book', the source of countless possible worlds, he mercilessly turns words into sharp knives:

"Let me reply you with what a certain Mori-san would say to Atsu-kun in the future, Dazai, you bastard."

Taken Dazai had a grim expression on his face.

"You don't really want to die at all..."

"You just don't want to live anymore."

"...What are you kidding?!" The other Dazai suddenly turned his face away, almost as if someone had slapped him on the face.He gasped in embarrassment, closed his eyes, and then glued the indestructible mask back on his face; he didn't know that the mask had gradually been riddled with holes and cracks, but Butei Dazai understood: he just needed to reapply Apply a little force.

He took another step forward.

"Stop," the leader Dazai was shaken, but still noticed the movement on the other side, knowing that he could not give any Dazai a chance to fight back, and at the same time realizing this in his heart, he stretched out his hand to take the closet. Pistol: "In this world, I can't—"

For the second time in a short period of time, the leader was forced to stop.

A sharp knife tip reached his throat.

"........."

The leader, Dazai, was speechless for a rare moment, then smiled lowly, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I really can't think of it." The leader said with a smile, and Yuan's pupils were dark: "Which chess piece did you abolish to get half of the umbrella sword from sister Hongye?" After a pause, he said coldly. Looking down at the length of the sword, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth:

"Or, is this not Miss Hongye's knife at all?"

"..." Butei Dazai raised his eyes, and flashed across this face was the cruelty that even the subordinates of the Mafia were trembling and could not speak:

"...You really can't think of it." He sneered, and at the same time sent forward the broken blade that was hidden in his left hand just now.The blade is so sharp that it can blow a hair off, just slashing across it without any force, the pale bandage covering the throat of the leader Dazai gradually oozes blood—it is exactly the same as in the first world of despair, the same short knife , the same position, the blood of the same man.

This is really a wonderful irony.Dazai thought to himself, and at the same time looked into Tobitomi's eyes.This time he didn't pay attention to the little monster curled up in a ball. Through the reflection of the eye lens, he saw two crying children left alone in the nothingness farther than the world they saw.

"I am your regret, you are my hope."

Butei Dazai heard himself say this, quietly and gently:

"—You are my regret, and I am your hope."