Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

I stood on the messy second floor of the foreign restaurant, with a murderous intent in my heart.

...Miss Etsuko's illusion is set up in this foreign food restaurant, targeting everyone who enters.

The reason for this is because I wanted to know what exactly Mimic would do if he did something to the kids.

Among them, the boss and diners will not notice the Mimic soldiers who enter anyway, and those soldiers will think that they have successfully killed the boss and kidnapped the children, and then they will be chased by the Oda who came all the way.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, it was just that they entered this foreign restaurant and then came out, driving away.

Then while driving, the car exploded for unknown reasons.

——I remember very clearly that when I stood in the distance and watched the car roll and explode on the road, and the raging flames spewed out of the car windows, I felt so angry inside.

Going downstairs again, I picked up the map stuck on the counter with a dagger, looked at it for a while, and crushed it with a smile.

— These people have had enough.Time to die.

I stood downstairs holding my mobile phone in a daze, recalling the scene I saw not long ago.

Under the blood-red sunset, the green bus billowed with smoke, burning sideways on the road.

My brain doesn't seem to be able to fully accept that image, and it's almost impossible to think right now.

There are only endless fears and fears, as if standing on the roof and getting up from the railing against which the railing suddenly broke and fell to the downstairs tens of meters high, turning into a broken body on the ground. black spots.

I can't imagine, and can't imagine, what would happen if this happened.

The voices of the children on the phone just now didn’t seem real enough, they might just be my imagination, and where I couldn’t see them, they might actually be sitting in that car, burning with it in the fire.

I just want to meet them now and confirm their breath one by one.

But there are too many thoughts in my heart that are as messy as a ball of thread, I don't know if it is fear, doubt or joy mixed together.

Limbs couldn't move, and the brain was chaotically blank as if the pause button was suddenly pressed.

Indistinctly, I heard Dazai shouting: "Odasaku!"

I turned around dully and saw him standing there with a panic and embarrassment that he had never seen on his face: "I know what you are thinking. But you can't think about it anymore. There must be something deeper about this matter." The inside story, wait a little longer, after everything is clear—"

Trying hard to understand what he said, I made a sound in a daze, trying to interrupt him: "Dazai."

But Dazai didn't let me go on, he stepped up his tone and said: "No, listen to me! You can't go!... Something good will happen in the future, I know. So you have to Looking forward to that future."

"The reason why I joined the Mafia...is because of this expectation. I think that if we get closer to violence and death, and observe human beings in the intercourse of life and death, we can see our essence. You can, Find a reason to live."

"...so please, Odasaku, wait with me for this matter to come to light—"

At this time, my slow-moving brain finally understood what he meant.

So he laughed involuntarily.

Then, with Dazai's more and more flustered eyes, I walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said the reality that my still confused brain believed: "...Don't worry. The children are not inside."

"." After Dazai was stunned for a second, he also showed an unbelievable expression: "Really?"

My sluggish brain sped up again, and I nodded: "Not long ago, I felt that something was wrong. It happened that the boss had acquaintances on the white road, so I asked them to take care of the children for a few days."

Dazai stood and looked at me for a while, then suddenly staggered on the spot as if he had lost all strength, his face was full of silent relief and the joy of being alive after a catastrophe.

He doesn't have to say it, I know what's on his mind right now.

——"I thought that after Ango, I would lose you too."

"That's great, Odasaku," he said, "...that's great."

Following his words, as if some kind of magic that unraveled the curse, the mobile phone in his hand that was still talking just now finally felt real, and the reality of "the children are not dead" finally became extremely clear and real .

It's as if after the long-lasting haze, the sun shines down without hesitation and extravagance, illuminating the earth.

I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"...Did you know, Dazai?"

"I have a wish beyond my control. I want to use the hands that used to hold guns, pick up paper and pen, to describe life. Therefore, in order to regain this qualification, I will no longer kill people."

"What happened today also made me think a little more. If the status quo continues, similar things will happen again. I will not be able to realize my wish while protecting the children."

I looked at him seriously and said.

"I have to make some changes."

"...Yeah. This kind of thing, once is really enough."

Dazai murmured, with a new-born smile still on his face.

I carried a long knife on my back, and walked in the woods so dense that the light could not even shine on the ground, humming a song.

"March of the Rhine Legion", also known as "Marseillaise", is a battle song of revolution and freedom.

In the depths of the dense tree shade ahead, a chapel-like bungalow slowly reveals its figure. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the purple roof, giving off a warm and magnificent light, and there is a hazy silence all around.

At the end of the road, there were a few guards holding submachine guns and looking towards this side with expressionless faces.

"Such a beautiful day, isn't it, moncher frère," I said, smiling.

What a fine day, isn't it, dear comrade?

Then their bodies slanted to the ground like kites with broken strings.

"...Goodday to die, too."

It's fine weather for you to die.

After I said this sentence slowly, I walked towards the house.

French-style porch, carved stone pillars, the owner is a person with good aesthetics.

The wooden door opened quietly for me, and a group of people with guns in the house were startled and tense, and they were about to point their guns at me.

I put my index finger in front of my lips and said, "Shh. Silence."

Before their fingers could rest on the trigger, they fell to the ground, and the guns clattered to the ground.

In this way, accompanied by the sound of falling enemy weapons, they walked up the carpeted stairs, passed through the thin corridors, walked through the reception room with fireplaces and armchairs, and came to the door of a wide ballroom.

With one hand behind my back, I knocked lightly on the door three times, and then the door creaked and slowly opened.

It was a very gorgeous ballroom with a height of three floors. The crimson curtains by the windows had patterns embroidered with gold thread shimmering in the dim light, and the crystal chandelier quietly hung down from the ceiling.

Although everything is stale and decadent, I can imagine that hundreds of years ago, in this ballroom, there should have been countless men and women in costumes laughing and spinning, their skirts spread out like flowers, and the sound of champagne glasses colliding could be heard endlessly.

"A grain of wheat is still a grain unless it falls to the ground and dies. If it dies."

Shen Xiong's voice came, Gide came in through the door I came from, and when he saw me, he was stunned.

Then, he drew two guns and pointed them at me.

"You are not a helper."

he said in a low voice.

"Irrelevant, tell me where he is."

"...Sorry, I'm in a bad mood right now. I suggest you don't point a gun at me."

I smile.

Gide frowned first, then his pupils shrank suddenly, with an expression of extreme disbelief on his face.

It should have been predicted that if he shoots, he will be cut to pieces in an instant.

Against me, he had no chance of fighting back.

"Do you still think I'm irrelevant?"

I smiled politely.

Gide shook his head, the shock in his eyes was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it: "...the port mafia has a supernatural person like you, I have never heard of it! Who are you? Why are you here?"

"You don't need to know that, just know that I can kill you."

My smile doesn't change.

Gide was silent for a second, then the iron gray eyes revealed the surprise of seeing the light of life again.

"...Ah, indeed. Although you are not Sakunosuke, if it were you, you could still free me from this hell.

"Come on, if you can, please grant me the long-awaited—"

"Do you think you are worthy?"

Looking at the various military insignias shining on his chest, and thinking of the bus rolling in flames, the anger that I had been suppressing so hard ignited again.

"As for what the meaning of existence should be, no one knows much better than anyone else, so I won't talk about it.

"But do you know that you don't hesitate to kill Oda's relatives, but also force him to self-mutilate with you, what is it like?

"It's like a child, at most three years old, forcing a child he doesn't know to play with him, but when he fails, he starts crying while sitting on the ground."

I smiled and said, "It's time to grow up, honey."

However, he just looked at me silently, and in his eyes, except for the hope that was like a cold flame, there was a dead silence.It seems that what I say will not cause even the slightest ripple in this pool of stagnant water.

Looking at his description of being no different from a ghost, thinking of his glory in the past, and remembering his illustrious military exploits, my anger cooled down a little, and I still felt heartbroken: "...I want to die like a soldier, right? .”

"But do you think that you are still worthy of being a soldier? You attack the child!"

I looked at him and said word for word.

"Soldiers in the world, why are you fighting? To protect the children you want to kill! Guard your homeland and family, so that children don't have to be afraid in the flames of war, and can smile hopefully towards the future!"

He listened with a dazed expression, and for the first time, a look called "pain" appeared in his eyes, which had not fluctuated for a long time, like ice shattering.

"I might as well tell you that my teacher was fortunate enough to meet you once on the battlefield. The leader "Narrow Gate", the No.30 Seventh Infantry Regiment of the French ground combat force in the Paris theater, had such a great reputation back then, who would not admire him!

"Even if you are later wanted by the motherland, even if you are attacked by people who don't know, even if you kill your former colleagues and do illegal things to survive, if you can stick to your beliefs, you are a well-deserved hero!"

"But you are not qualified now."

I stared at him and said sharply.

"Even your own subordinates are more honorable than you!" From the moment you attempted to kill innocent children, you were already unworthy of dying like a soldier! "

He stared at me blankly, the sadness in his eyes was like a glacier that was freezing, flowing slowly and vastly.

"Ah...you're right. I did something wrong."

"Protecting children....protecting civilians, and for that, dying in battle...is the bounden duty of a soldier."

"In order to die like a soldier, I did something that disqualified me."

After speaking, he raised the gun again.

Those are the eyes that really belong to the undead, those are the souls that have really been lost and fallen into the dust, and are hopelessly looking for the meaning of their own existence that no longer exists.

"But I, for such a death, for returning to the battlefield, can do anything.—Only in that way can I feel 'alive'."

I quietly drew the knife, the blade pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows, the sharp and cold light flowed through the blade, and drew a bleak arc in the air.

"Be grateful, André Gide. Be grateful that I prevented you from actually killing those children.

"Grateful that when you have obviously lost this qualification, you can still get the death method you dream of——

—died by my knife. "

Dazai and I sat in the restaurant and talked a lot.

"... Next, I may need to leave the Mafia. Sorry to no longer be able to work in the same organization as you, Dazai."

"Oh, what's the matter, anyway, you can't see each other at work anyway?"

Dazai poked a glass of beer in front of him, beaming, "And I support you, Odasaku! You said, you want to write a novel in a house facing the sea?"

"Well. Better to live with the kids too."

"Yes! Let me think about it, how can I find one for you~"

"Then I'll leave it to you. If it's Dazai, I feel like it can be done."

"Hahaha, of course! Admire me as a cadre to your heart's content!"

I looked at Dazai who had swept away the dullness of the past few days and was almost as cheerful as before, but felt that his smiling expression was a little stiff at this moment.

...Because I thought I was going to die and confessed my heart, so I feel a little uncomfortable now.

"Speaking of it, Dazai. There is a sentence that I wanted to tell you from the very beginning." You said before, 'I want to find the meaning of living in this world full of violence and death. '"

"......what."

Dazai looked down at the ice cubes in the beer, and showed a more real, somewhat bitter smile.

"That way, you can't find it."

Hearing this, Dazai suddenly raised his head and stared at me blankly.

"There is nothing that can exceed your expectations. There is nothing in this world that can fill your loneliness.

"You can only chase after that meaning, wandering all your life." But, if it's the same everywhere. "

I looked into his confused eyes and said so.

"It will be much better on the side of saving lives."

Wake up the Mimic members who were stunned by my wind blade just now, I confirmed their will and killed them all.

The setting sun has completely set, and the forest is so dark that you can hardly see your fingers. Only the warm light of a silver moon illuminates this "battlefield", and the dead bodies of the undead who died in battle with happy smiles on their faces.

I leaned on the knife that was still dripping blood, and sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling empty in my heart.

The author has something to say:

......Ok.

In fact, I want to express the conflict between Jinjin and Gide's beliefs in this chapter.And preventing the death of the children at this time can also be regarded as preventing Gide from further degeneration.

Although his faith is still firm, he still feels a little sad for Mimic.

Here I wrote about Oda Zuo and Dazai Yusheng, and when I wrote it, I compared the seemingly incomprehensible sense of fate in the original novel, and I really felt very moved555

Regarding why he speaks English in front of Mimic today, his prototype writer is American, and English is actually his mother tongue.

Then I put the translation right below the original.The phrase moncher frère is in French. I originally wanted to use italics, but I didn’t expect it to be displayed at all hhh

It can be regarded as a stalk of an undertale massacre line (It'ssuchabeautifuldayoutside...), it is an excellent game, I strongly recommend it.

Then the door in the decisive battle was blown open by the wind at this time, and it was not opened automatically or by the people inside.

The current psychological activities are also misleading. In the previous chapter, when Gide's supernatural power was powerful, he was compared with ordinary supernatural beings.Compared with himself or other fighters of the Moonlight Society, there is no comparison at all.