In Yokohama's days as a writer

"Mr. Ranpo, yes, yes, I'm here."

"That's right, just as we guessed."

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, quietly looked at the shrine located deep in Yokohama, and then walked in.

Shrines in Yokohama have never been prominent presences, a city where the gods have faded from the popular mind.

The hazy clouds and mist gradually covered the depths, and a touch of dew dripped among the green leaves, sliding down along the lines of the veins.

The rising sun jumped out from the horizon of the night, and Dazai Osamu also came out from the depths. He was still wearing the khaki windbreaker, and the bandage wrapped around his forehead was gone.

Osamu Dazai yawned, tears uncontrollably formed from the corners of his blushed eyes,

"I'm so tired." Osamu Dazai lazily said, "Let's order takeaway."

【………………】

"Mosimoxi~"

Seeing that there was no response from the system, Osamu Dazai put his palm to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, pretending to call.

"Hey, hey! Mr. System, can you order me a takeaway?"

"Don't be a slug."

"Are you there?"

【...Who eats slugs for breakfast! 】

"You are here, please order a meal. I want to eat a crab burger. Please give me a special one. It is specially marked to add some detergent."

[Drink soy milk obediently, bastard! 】

Osamu Dazai repeatedly tap danced on the edge of the system's sanity for ten years, and finally couldn't help it.

Osamu Dazai came to his senses: "This is the first time you have refuted me!"

"Say a few more words!"

The system ignored this excited Zai and resolutely shut himself off.

Seeing that the system had disappeared, Osamu Dazai finally stopped teasing the system.

"I see." Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and looked at Yokohama from the front of the shrine. Although this place is not as good as the Mafia building at the port, it can have a panoramic view of Yokohama, but it is also a highland with a unique view.

"I won't be like him." Osamu Dazai laughed at himself, "We are not alone after all."

"He has his ideals, and I have my persistence. We will not become one person."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, every step he took was the same distance, as if he was deliberately controlling it.

【... Really, really? 】

"……Um."

【Is your insistence a 'fresh and hearty suicide'? 】

"Huh??! As expected of you, you know me so well!"

[...Return my emotion back! 】

"No~want~"

"By the way, did you cry just now? I heard your choking voice."

【...No, that's the sound of a mechanical short circuit! ! 】

The system blew up.

"I'm definitely crying, I didn't expect you to care about me so much!" Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin and teased a few words.

However, the system he was waiting for actively rebutted, but it didn't arrive for a long time. Instead, it was silent for a while, just when Osamu Dazai was full of question marks.

The system hesitantly turned on the voice. It was different from the usual light and childish anthropomorphic synthetic voice, but this time it really belonged to the system, with a mechanical voice and a rigid male voice.

【Dazai, I hope you can live. 】

The system's voice is serious and serious, which fits perfectly with his old cadre's voice.

[You can sit under the peach trees in spring, enjoy your favorite peach blossoms, and walk all over the mountains and rivers together to see the magnificent scenery. 】

【I know that living is an extremely vicious curse for you, but...】

[Can I make a small wish? 】

【It's summer now, this year's peach blossom season is over, I hope we can enjoy the peach blossom together next year. 】

[So, before that, please live tenaciously! 】

"..."

"........."

The system slowly issued a question mark.

[... Are you listening? 】

"Hmm uh uh uh."

【Are you perfunctory me. 】

"Wow - that tree is growing really well, especially with that crooked neck that has a soul, it's the perfect place to commit suicide!"

【You really are just perfunctory me, bastard Dazai! 】

"Don't be like that little pitch-black slug!"

[I must learn!Mackerel! 】

The system boy's voice came out again. If he had an anthropomorphic form, he must be stomping his feet in anger now.

"Ah~ pain, pain, fell down, I am fascinated by the faces of thousands of girls, it won't be disfigured."

[I'm so mad, go back by yourself! 】

The system angrily turned off the outside sensor, ignoring Dazai outside.

Osamu Dazai called the system repeatedly with different tones, but there was no splash at all.

He sat up and touched his nose. Although it looked like he had fallen badly, apart from the dust on his body, he was not injured at all, and he couldn't see it when he was lying on his stomach. Sitting up like this, he didn't look like he fell down.

He has endured too much malice and seen the darkest part of human nature. In the end, what Dazai Osamu is most difficult to face is the kindest part of human nature.

Even a little kindness will make this coward shrink back into the protective shell and close the door tightly.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the rising sun in front of him, slowly eroding and dispelling the darkness of the earth, awakening the city.

"Is it spring?"

His tone was full of confusion and fragility that he didn't realize.

"I can't help it. For the sake of my favorite peach blossom, let's try it."

After Dazai Osamu said this, he lay down on the ground, his silent expression showed a bit of harmlessness under the gentle morning sun.

Originally, he came back to tell the system where the takeaway was to be picked up. After swallowing this sentence, he opened the webpage and sent a message to the delivery guy, and then silently accompanied Osamu Dazai to watch the sunrise.

For a while the years were quiet.

After Osamu Dazai went down the mountain, he had breakfast with Atsushi Nakajima who was guarding the mountain, then called Nakahara Nakaya, told him not to look for him, he would go back soon, and finally sent Atsushi Nakajima away. Let him go back and write articles.

The system shed tears of relief as it watched off the fooled future writer with high morale.

【Are we leaving now? 】

Osamu Dazai raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the sun: "Soon, the matter over there should have been dealt with."

"After he's done with it, he'll come back naturally."

Naturally, it is the matter of the leader Dazai.

It was so miserable that the system had to wipe a tear for the leader whom he had never met before.

What committed suicide by jumping off a building, and was pointed at the head with a gun by his friend, but the key point was that he happily inserted the knife himself.

If it wasn't for that 'book', the system wouldn't even know that there would be Zai who stabbed him.

Osamu Dazai went to Yokohama's famous dim sum shop and major supermarkets, bought a large pack of snacks, and prepared to go to the detective agency to reward another great hero.

History is always similar, Osamu Dazai still has no chance to send out the snacks given to Edogawa Ranpo.

The pure white space blinded Osamu Dazai for a while, and he blinked to get used to the surroundings.

There are images suspended in the air around it, like a film, constantly rolling.

Osamu Dazai looked over curiously, and saw many acquaintances.

Nakahara Chuya, Mori Ogai, Edogawa Ranpo and himself.

Different times, different places, different people.

"Don't look." A familiar voice came over, and Osamu Dazai couldn't tell who it was for a while.

The leader Dazai has returned to his original appearance, wearing a black suit, a red scarf loosely draped around his neck, and a bandage wrapped around his right eye.

"That's not your world." The leader Dazai is just like his outfit, ruthlessly like a machine, "It's just one of countless parallel universes."

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at this man, the leader Zai was a few years older than him, and himself who was about to become an adult was a little shorter than this man, so he had to look up.

"So?" Dazai Osamu mercilessly laughed at himself, "Jumped off a building to commit suicide?"

The leader, Dazai, was unmoved, he had already known the ending from the book, and he was not dissatisfied.

"You are also Osamu Dazai, you should understand that death is just a new beginning for us."

"It's better to say that death is what we are after."

"Hey——" Osamu Dazai continued to laugh, "A coward who doesn't even dare to make friends."

"……I admit."

"Then what nonsense are you talking about?"

Osamu Dazai hadn't been so angry for a long time. If there were anyone in the world who could arouse his anger, there were really very few. The person in front of him can now be honored on the list.

"You should have read that book." The leader Zai said eloquently, "It is impossible for the time and space where Oda Saku and Dazai Osamu exist at the same time."

"Then why are you going to save Odasaku in my world?" Osamu Dazai resolutely dismantled the situation.

"..." The leader Zai was silent for a while, "I just want to try again."

"Maybe, maybe there is a possibility that Oda Saku and Dazai Osamu exist at the same time?"

In that case, can I also sit in the lupin bar with Oda Saku, while Ango complains from time to time, Oda Saku still looks straight, sitting in the middle by himself, talking freely, regardless of position, meaningless identity, Just as friends.

"Tch." Osamu Dazai muttered, "This is really a vulgar story, I will never write these into novels."

"Let's separate." The extended images from the backs of the leader Dazai and Dazai Osamu gradually turned into fly ash.

"The time has come, we are going back to our own world."

"Oh, that's great. I wish you to be as smart as Mr. Sen soon."

"Hey, hey, this curse is too vicious."

"Okay, then change it, I wish you a long life, free from illness and disaster."

"For a while, I couldn't tell which one was more vicious."

The road is getting closer and closer, but the two of them appear and disappear like overlapping spaces.

The leader Zai looked at his own world, suddenly thought of something, turned around and smiled at Osamu Dazai.

"Come here, I suddenly remembered that there is one more thing I didn't tell you."

The leader, Zai, looked like a big bad wolf coaxing Little Red Riding Hood, and Osamu Dazai approached while complaining.

Sure enough, this angle is still very uncomfortable. Dazai, who has always looked down on others, faces another self, whose altitude is still higher than his current one.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the leader Zai, as if he was asking what's the matter.

The leader tilted his head, smiled, and then bowed his head to Dazai Zhi.

Gentle skin brushed against the corners of his lips without too much force, as if it was a beautiful accident, the moist touch carried the cold fragrance unique to the leader, as if it had soaked into Dazai's skin and penetrated into his heart.

Osamu Dazai's pupils shrank slightly, and before he could react, he stretched out his hand to push him away, but the leader Zai let him go first.

"Goodbye."

A ray of white light flashed across, and Dazai sat peacefully on the seat in the lupine bar.

Before Osamu Dazai could react for a while, he subconsciously raised his hand to caress the lips that still had a cold fragrance.

[Oye!I'm home! 】

The sound of cheers from the system woke up Osamu Dazai.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t wake up, whoever beats the gongs and drums in your mind or sets off firecrackers will have to wake up.

But this reaction, the system didn't seem to see the leader Zai like him, but it seemed to come back after opening and closing.

[Stop talking, I'm going to see how my baby is doing. 】

【Baby, what baby do you have. 】

Dazai made fun of the system.

[Of course it's a big baby, look at my treasures, they are all books from the black | market, hehehe. 】

【Speaking of books, I always feel like I forgot something. 】

hum- hum-

Osamu Dazai silently took out his mobile phone, saw a familiar number, and then looked at the caller ID.

'A devil more hated than a well-meaning Russian'

Although I don't know who this 'good-hearted Russian' is, I can feel the resentment of the leader Dazai.

On the other side, the leader Zai, who had just returned from crossing, stood in a familiar street, holding a large bag of snacks, lost in thought.

Did I cross again?

However, soon, the ringing of the phone broke the leader Zai's meditation.

The leader Zai took out his mobile phone and didn't look at the screen in a hurry.

Well, it was a mobile phone I bought myself, and I also had Odasaku cartoon stickers on it.

Afterwards, he looked at the caller ID, the familiar name, the familiar phone number, these reminded the leader Jae of bad memories.

Could it be that I have not returned to my own world?

"Hello." The leader answered the phone.

"Mr. Xiaosuke!!" Editor Xiaolin cried, "You finally answered the phone, the deadline is coming, why are you submitting the manuscript!"

"We're still—"

The leader Zai hung up the phone with lightning speed.

He took a long breath, wiped off his cold sweat, and kept hinting to himself.

Dreaming, these must be dreams!

hum- hum-

'slug'

Well, this is the correct way to open it.

Facing his old enemy Nakahara Chuya, the leader Zai actually felt saved.

"Bastard leader." The leader Zai answered the phone, and this was the first sentence he heard.

He nodded, that's right, it's the leader Zaida, it really isn't my problem.

"Boss bastard, when will your novel be delivered!!" Zhong Yuan was also anxious, "Your editor called me again, am I your mother? I have to take care of everything!"

Chief Zai:? ? ?

What, what's the situation, am I just an ordinary port Mafia leader?

What does it have to do with Zai, the writer, and Zai, my leader!

"Mr. Nakahara, are you talking to Mr. Dazai?" The leader pricked up his ears. That's right, it was the voice of Atsushi Nakajima, the white death god of their port Mafia.

"Yeah, Nakajima, tell me a few words."

"Can you? Thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan!"

After a while of caressing, the phone was in Atsushi Nakajima's hand.

"Mr. Dazai, I listened to your suggestion and tried to write some articles." Atsushi Nakajima was a little shy, "Although I can't compare with you yet, I will continue to work hard."

"I hope you can come back soon and guide my article."

Chief Zai:? ? ?

Is this the retribution for getting her first kiss?

The leader Zai couldn't help but fell into deep thought.