Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

I ran all the way with Dazai, feeling very heavy.

He had just received a call that Oda had been ambushed during the afternoon's investigation.

——No matter who is behind the scenes, it's too fast.

Although I had arranged for the children at noon and reminded him, when I heard that something really happened to Oda, my heart sank uncontrollably.

We can already see Mafia people standing at the intersection, blocking this area with guns, and we stepped up our pace.

Before reaching an intersection, Dazai stood abruptly in front of me, took out the communicator and gave an order, and then shouted: "Odasaku! Get down!"

There was a deafening explosion, and even with your eyes closed, you could feel flashes of light flashing past your eyes.

A group of people around me advanced forward with machine guns in hand. I put down my hands covering my ears, opened my eyes, and found that Dazai had changed into a leisurely posture and walked forward, so I was also relieved.

Turning around the alley, what he saw were two men in gray and Oda's slightly pale face lying in a pool of blood.

"Dazai. Today."

Dazai pulled him up: "Odasaku, you really make me helpless. Obviously, they can be easily dealt with—"

Oda asked calmly, "Is he dead?"

Dazai showed a helpless expression: "Yes, because once tortured, he will happily swallow the poison hidden in the root of the tooth, so it is completely useless to keep alive."

Oda looked at him, eyes as silent and heavy as the surface of the ocean slowly pushing through huge waves.

So Dazai sighed: "Okay, I know you don't mean that. But they look like veterans, even if you are as good as Odasaku, if you want to protect yourself and protect them at the same time, you can't do it. .”

"I understand. Thank you, I might die without you."

Oda restrained his emotions and said frankly.

"I'm sorry for breaking your creed of not killing people." Dazai whispered.

Oda waved his hand as if to say "It's over", and started talking to Dazai about his discovery.

I used a "silver handbook" that I didn't intend to use at all, and borrowed two port mafia fighters, but it still didn't work.

When he flew downstairs and wanted to contact them to round up the snipers, he realized that the communicator had been lost during the fight just now.

Even if I think about it now, I can still feel the ominous feeling that my heart sank suddenly at that time.

This level of bad luck is almost like an invisible hand in the dark, manipulating everything that is happening now with malicious intent.

Now, listening to Dazai narrate the inconsistency between Ango's words and deeds that he had vaguely noticed that day in Lupine, I feel the exact same chill again.

For some reason, I don't want Dazai to be involved in this matter any longer.

If I could, if it weren't for the fact that Ango's life and death were uncertain now, and I wanted to see him so badly, I didn't want to.

Ahead is a black swamp.swirl.Underneath the calm is the turbulent uncertainty and murderous intent. Behind all the details, there seems to be a dizzying meaning. If you go deeper, you may drown in it.

After briefly exhorting me, Dazai turned around and wanted to leave, at this moment.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of one of them, who was lying in a pool of blood just now, and stood up at some point.

"Dazai!"

Roaring loudly, I immediately planned to draw my gun, but the man had already wobbled and aimed the gun at Dazai.

Gritting my teeth unconsciously, I stared at the assailant, judging that they were too close.

I can't shoot.

But Dazai didn't feel any nervousness at all, and his face was pure excitement and surprise: "Wow, it's really admirable willpower—"

Then, in the next second, it suddenly changed to a tired expression as if there was nothing to love.

"It's a pity that it's useless."

Just as his voice fell.

Konji, who hadn't said a word after exchanging glances with me at first, suddenly moved.

"despair."

A small stone crossed a parabola in the air as if in slow motion, and fell to the ground.

——Then, at the second when the attacker's eyes shifted.

In an instant, he exploded at a speed that almost exceeded the limit of human beings, passing by like a gust of wind. He threw Dazai to the ground to avoid bullets, and at the same time he raised his gun and fired. The bullets from the large-caliber pistol spun around It exploded, piercing the enemy's barrel directly, and the deformed and damaged gun fell to the ground with a "slap".

Now he calmly retracted his gun and stood up. The usually gentle person had a cold light in his eyes the moment he fired the gun.

And when I looked at him, I didn't feel any surprise for some reason, but instead had a feeling of "ah... that's right".

He turned his head and explained to me: "Don't worry, I'm sure. He was not handed just now, and he was physically weak. Given the distance I was at that time, I just need to divert his attention a little bit."

"...Ah~ah, finally I can't even feel the wonderful feeling of being pointed at by a gun. The child's overprotection is really surprising."

Dazai had already stood up, rubbing the shoulder that was grabbed just now, complaining lifelessly.

But at this time, I am sincerely grateful, standing next to Dazai at this very moment.

——If he wasn't there just now, something I don't want to see from the bottom of my heart will happen.

Without the slightest reason, there was such a premonition.

"What happened just now, thank you for being here, otherwise I would have a headache."

Walking back together, when Dazai was playing the game console very loudly, Oda thanked me earnestly.

——Although he was talking about this matter, his eyes made me understand that he also thanked me for reminding him before.

"It's all right. It's what I should do."

...Speaking of which, even if I was reminded, it is still impossible to guard against. When I think of this, I feel a little bit stuck.

Although I had a vague premonition before, I still didn't expect that he would not kill anyone after joining the port mafia.

I feel even more that he fits the philosophy of the Moonlight Society, but at the same time, I also realize that he is a pawn that can be discarded for the port mafia.

Therefore, his current situation may be more dangerous than imagined.

I pointed to the phone, hinting that I would contact him again, and he nodded understandingly.

"Ah - I lost again! Come and help me fight, kid!"

Dazai on the side suddenly complained in a protracted voice, then leaned over and stuffed the game console in his hand into my hand.

The slender fingertips and my touch are close to each other, as if carrying a higher temperature than usual.

——Speaking of which, since watching the sunset together on the top of the mountain last time, every time I meet Dazai, I always feel a little inexplicable emotion in my heart.

It’s hard to even describe it. It’s like coffee at room temperature. It’s not as refreshing as hot or iced coffee, but it’s not unpalatable. The sweet and bitter flavors are mixed together and can’t be distinguished, so it’s not on the list No more, and a little inexplicably dissatisfied.

As I cleared that thought out of my mind, I began to figure out how the game would be played.

The author has something to say:

This place is now much closer than Oda Tsukuru, and his physical fitness has been strengthened, so it is not at all like in Hei Shi's novels, very easy to handle.

...Writing this scene is to contrast with the heart-wrenching scene where Dazai Kurotoki said "Let me leave this corrupt world"!Look at how confident he is when he is here!

When watching too much black, I can't use the third person perspective at all from Oda's perspective (sluggish

The last description is heart-thumping, hehehe.

After all, the drawbridge effect works both ways (funny.jpg)

But now, after leaving the port of Mafia, recalling this past, I realized that I was actually a little tempted.

Then I will be very thankful that I didn't realize this at the time and saved a lot of trouble. After all, it is impossible to stay just because I like Dazai a little bit.