Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

I squatted on the bank of the river, holding an unconscious person in my arms, with a hunchback figure and no love in life.

...To say why, I have to start with the conversation that just happened.

10 minutes ago

Chat room "brain is empty" (3 people)

Secret History: There is so much difference from the level of the mission target, I met it on the first day, Kaka, your RP is still high!

When breath turns into air: no one even looks at me, the progress is still zero, I'm dry.And Donna, let me be called Today, to adapt better.

The Secret History:  …good time.You are also really hardworking.

An offering to nothingness: That child looks really weird, and it doesn't look the same as our kind and upright little friends.

If you arrive in time this time, there is a high probability that you can save him, but at this moment, you must pay attention.

When breath turns into air: Good Alisha, thank you Alisha, but I don’t want the child to be caught by the wolf, everything is for righteousness, and I’m ready. .....

An offering to nothingness: Then you have to take care of yourself, and come back early to see your old father who is frightened for you (choked up)

Secret History: ...Ahem, restrain yourself, Arisia.Now, the location has been sent, you listen to me while running, turn right from here.

Yes, you read that right, my two friends who were funny yesterday saw me off like tears, but they are actually still in touch with me.

In our Moonlight Club, there is an omnipotent back office team leader, her ability is a bug-like brain chat room——

Real-time, voice, and occasionally even images, and multiple chat groups at the same time, which one you want to log in, in terms of convenience, it is unrivaled in the world.

I am currently logged into the chat room of the second action group of the Moonlight Society - "Empty".

Donna (Secret History) and Alysia (Original Offering to Nothingness) were still chattering with the brain-piercing sound, I pressed my temples, and remembered what the leader of the intelligence team said in Daqun @我发布, I just felt dizzy. It hurts.

When breath becomes air: ...I don't quite understand.Did Powell just say that he jumped in by himself?Yeah? ?

The Secret History: Unfortunately, it is.I don't understand either.Now turn right again, do you see the river?

Looking around, there was indeed a group of unknown objects floating quietly in the water in the distance.

I quickened my running speed.

An offering to nothingness: He even avoided his subordinates specifically...couldn't he be committing suicide? ?

The Secret History: ...balding.There is about 1 minute left to drift to you, now, get ready.

When breath becomes air: I shut myself up.I hate swimming! !

After I yelled this sentence angrily, I ignored the trembling laughter of Donna and Arisia in my mind, took off my coat, and plunged into the water.

At the same time, I also felt a little bit of sadness: How could the child born to such a positive person despite being a ghost?

I still remember that day clearly.At that time, my mission was on the verge of failure, and I lost contact with the headquarters again.

The weapon created by the mission target organization - suspected to be a miniature hydrogen bomb -

I have already snatched it, but I didn't notice it for a while, and lost the best time to escape, and now I am about to be caught up.

They have a psychic ability user. Because the organization's news went wrong before, they thought they could not pose any threat, but in fact it can be said that it completely overcomes my ability.

Once within the range of his ability, it is difficult for me to maintain consciousness, and the most important thing is that the range of his ability is determined by the range of the controlled object. For me, it is about 1000 meters in diameter.

In a desolate small town in Kyushu, I stumbled and ran, my limbs were as weak as cotton, the purple snake-like pattern spread in front of my eyes, my mouth was full of bloody smell, and my lungs seemed to explode. I could only hear myself The sound of breathing like a bellows.

Suddenly, the sharp pain that seemed to split my head from it hit me again, I staggered forward and hit the ground, blood trickled down from my mouth and nose, barely stopping the bleeding wound It collapsed, and his vision began to darken.

Just when I was about to lose consciousness, a pair of hands stretched out to me appeared in front of my eyes.

I didn't know who it was, I just instinctively raised my trembling hand, which was almost out of my control, and tried to reach forward.

Then the sharp pain disappeared in an instant, and I saw the smiling eyes of the person in front of me, and he said, "Oh, why are you so careless, kid?"

I passed out completely.

When I woke up, I was in an air-raid shelter.Thanks to that person, I was also able to avoid further mental pollution during the process of avoiding the pursuit.During this period of time, he chatted with me, knowing everything and talking endlessly.

After that, when I finished my rest and could return to the embrace of the organization and do my best to repay him, he committed suicide, leaving only one wish—he hoped that I would take good care of his son.

I said yes, and he left without regret.

With Donna and Alisha shouting "Come on! Come on!", I swam to the side of the floating object with my limbs, and wrapped my arms around its middle——

Well I can't kid myself anymore, that's clearly one person.I wrapped my arms around his waist, swam to the shore, picked him up and put him on the shore.

He lay quietly, with his limbs hanging limply by his side, his slender body wrapped in a black overcoat and suit, a white shirt clinging to his skin was exposed at the neckline and cuffs, revealing a light color.

I touched his wrist, felt the weak beating of the blood vessels under the palm and the slightly protruding small wrist bones, then bent down and listened to his breathing.

When breath turns to air:  …seems to require artificial respiration.Why the fuck.

Secret History: Hahaha come on.

Offerings to Nothingness: This is not the first time, be good, obedient children are happy to help others~

I resigned to my fate.

After artificial respiration, I hugged him and began to look at him carefully.

Dazai's facial features are much more beautiful than his father's, and his face is morbidly pale.

I felt the body temperature coming through the thin fabric, and felt that he was really too thin.Whether it's the neck, wrist or waist, they are all so thin that they seem to break if they are folded.

......I'm late.sorry.

I whispered in my heart.

But there is no way, I have a lofty mission, unless the timing is right, it is impossible to act without authorization because of my personal grievances.

Under the too dazzling sunlight in the afternoon, the time seemed to be elongated.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's only a few minutes, just when I felt a little drowsy, I felt the person in my arms move slightly, and I quickly lowered my head to look.

The moment Dazai opened his eyes, the iris color flashed in the sunlight, like a budding flower shaking off its petals in the wind, and the fragrance was faintly overflowing.

Facing those eyes exactly like his father's, I was in a daze for a moment: "...you're awake."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the confusion in his eyes faded away, and all his emotions seemed to be sucked away by a bottomless vortex, leaving behind a thick and substantial darkness.

He stood up and looked at me with a smile. There was no smile in his eyes: "Ah, hello. Is it you, the kid, who interrupts my pursuit of my life dream?"

...He didn't say it, I almost forgot that I am younger than him now.

There are not too strict rules on the dress code of the lower-level staff. I only wear a name tag that can indicate my identity in my shirt and around my neck.

But the location where I appear is the area where Mafia is frequently active in the port, so he should be able to see my identity.

It's just that he didn't say anything, so I could only pretend not to know: "Hey, dream of life? I'm sorry if I disturb you, but sir, it's windy and cold now, can you tell me your address, I'll take you back, first Change clothes?"

Dazai let out a pleasant laugh. His nasal voice was very strong, and when the ending sound was elongated, it seemed to be carrying a small hook, scratching gently in people's hearts: "Oh, he is a very caring kid. But you don't Do you know who I am? Are you new?"

I froze for a moment: "Newcomer?"

Then suddenly realized: "Ah, you are also a port—"

He raised a finger and put it against my mouth: "Shhh - the kid is very smart. Yes, he's still a cadre. I'm very upset that you disturbed me from entering the water, huh?"

His smile became more cheerful, filled with subtle malice, and he lowered his voice and approached me: "So, tell me, you are a mafia, why do you want to be brave?"

"If you don't give me an explanation that I am satisfied with, it will be terrible if I get angry—"

That's right, he had already turned on the intercom with the back of his other hand behind his back, and sent his location to his subordinates in Morse code.It is estimated that there are still a few words to spare, and those people will be able to arrive.

I really want to say to him: If I knew you did it on purpose, I wouldn't have saved you.

But in this way, it will be difficult for me to save him in the future.

Moreover, because he is the son of that person, I also want to explore why he wants to commit suicide?

I want to see, with my strength, if I can let him have something he is nostalgic for in this world, if I can let him live happily as his father hoped.

His freedom was bought by his father with his life.

So I looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I apologize again for disturbing your wish. If you really want to commit suicide, I really shouldn't be the one to talk about it.

However, even though I joined the mafia, I still feel that there is still possibility in life, but in death, there is really nothing.And, most importantly—"

I paused and continued, "I don't know why, the first time I saw you, I felt very familiar."

Dazai looked at me steadfastly, his black forehead hair and overcoat fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were dim.

In the next second, my pupils constricted suddenly, and the instinct honed through countless times of life and death screamed and gave me an early warning, telling me to move, move immediately.

But in the blink of an eye, my feet seemed to be stuck in place, and Donna and Alisha's terrified and angry roars echoed in my ears: "Kaka!"

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and there was a sharp pain in my right chest. I fell backwards, and the scene in front of me began to distort.

He blew on the barrel of his gun and looked down at me, as if he was looking at an ant: "It's disgusting to be so naive after joining the mafia."

He knelt down and poked my wound with a gun, and the piercing pain made me twitch uncontrollably: "Let me teach you one thing. Wherever you are, you must have the corresponding awareness, understand?— —Your life, there is no possibility."

He turned around and said coldly: "Report in three days." Then he walked towards the black suit who came up to him in trepidation without looking back.

I lay on my back, my vision was flickering like a broken projector, and I felt my blood slowly ooze into the soil under my body.

In my head, Donna's voice had already distorted: "I won't beat him to death, Kaka, are you okay? Why don't you hide?!"

Alisha also sounded like she almost lost her mind: "He's going to commit suicide, just right! Kaka, go home, we don't care about him."

I gasped: "...Just now, if I want to avoid it, I will show my bottom."

A 16-year-old orphan has no systematic training. No matter how good his skills are, no one can have that responsiveness.

"It's okay, I saw his ballistic trajectory, he didn't hit the target."

Alisha was distressed and anxious: "Shut up, Kaka, I'll ask the vice president to send you back—"

I interrupted him: "...at that time, that person was injured far worse than this in order to save me."

Donna was in a hurry: "Then why—"

I hold on. "And... I don't think he's completely given up hope. I want to try again."

The two people on the other side were silent.

Indeed, this injury is not a problem, but I can also understand how they worry about me.

"...Let me finish these three months, okay?"

"." Donna sounded really angry, "It's up to you."

"I'm sorry." I apologized immediately.

"I'm self-willed. I'm sorry, Donna, I'm sorry, Alisha. Next time this happens, I will avoid it. Anyway, I can't make any contribution when I go back, so you just... let me Be selfish for a while."

Recently, when I failed in an assassination attempt, I pulled out a whole chain of corruption.

I was pretending at the time. Although they didn't know my appearance, they seemed to have figured out the characteristics of my ability. If I make a move next, it will definitely be exposed, and then they will all be hunted down.

And now the information about them is not fully grasped, and I don't know how many followers there are. In order not to startle the snake, the organization can't rashly eliminate the information about me.

Therefore, during this period, I really can't contribute much, and I have a little time to freely control.This opportunity is rare and may never come back again.

And besides the organization, there is one more thing I want to do.

Alisha was persuaded by me, and he said, "Promise me, you must avoid it."

I said, "I promise."

Donna was silent for a while, then sighed deeply.

"...Forget it, I can't stop you. Do what you want, Kaka. Today."

Seeing that I hadn't moved a bit, a man in a black suit came over to check, and gasped in a "hiss" immediately: "This amount of bleeding... When did the lord replace the gun with a larger caliber?"

Another man in a black suit also came over: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and send it to the medical department. It seems that the adult means that the child needs to be raised within three days, at least to the extent that he can walk, and that will be fatal."

I listened to them and knew I would be taken care of next, so I relaxed a little, and immediately felt an almost dizzying sense of disengagement.

After telling Donna and Alisha that I'm fine, I listened to their sighs and lost consciousness.

The author has something to say:

The task continues at a rapid pace.

Congratulations on today's achievement: the first shot from Dazai!

There are two, three, four, five and six shots waiting for him :)

In fact, I feel that the main reason why Dazai has a very bad attitude towards the present at this time is that the initial favorability is too high, and I don't know what he wants to do.

At the same time, I don’t know whether he is pretending to be so stupid and sweet, or if he is real, if it is true, it will be disgusting (because he is still a child after all, if he is really stupid and sweet, there is a high probability that he has never been beaten by society) , If the purpose of pretending is not pure, it is also disgusting hahaha.

The undercover period and Oda Saku's character design are actually pretty similar. The most essential difference is probably that he is too active, and limited by his appearance age and identity, he can't clearly expose the strength of his boss, and has to be peeled layer by layer. , it seems very scheming.