Mr. Dazai from Class E of the third year

"Where do you plan to go next?" Mr. Kill smiled and looked at Osamu Dazai who was in deep thought.

The young man with kite eyes bent his eyebrows and adjusted his state naturally while breathing.

"Don't worry about it so much, it's just a trivial matter... It's better to take a stroll with Mr. Ye than to kill the teacher. I'll go to the port for a while."

Mr. Sha understood, but he didn't say anything, and stayed by Akabane's side.

The two masters and apprentices are going to stop by the Supernatural Secret Service Division to deal with the handover issue. Not surprisingly, Akabane will be stationed in Yokohama.

And Osamu Dazai, after quietly watching the disappearance of the two people's backs, quietly turned behind the scenes.

Then...it's time for adults.

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Arriving at the Supernatural Secret Service Division, the enthusiastic Akabane abused his personal power and searched for the information of familiar people with Mr. Sha.

Like the No. [-] killer who was supposed to be on the list of the Ministry of Defense, because of suspended animation that year, he was manipulated by Osamu Dazai to the Yokohama Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Of course, Osamu Dazai's files are also there.

Although everyone in Class E of the third year has unusual experiences in the middle school, they are ordinary people after all, and they don't know how to transfer files.

What Akabane wants to see is the data that Dazai Osamu is still black and dripping after being whitewashed.

Recalling that when we first met, the students in class E tried to explore the identity of the teacher. Although it had expired, Akabane was still very interested.

The youngest port officer...

The smell of blood on the face overwhelmed the old and dusty files, and even Akabane, who had a strong psychological quality, was still shocked.

Once again, he intuitively realized how terrifying and dark his teacher, who seemed to be just an ordinary bereaved youth, was.

Just thinking about it, the red-haired youth... couldn't help laughing out loud.

He weighed the heavy file bag helplessly, the information is really complete...

It seems that some people who want to sow discord are still unwilling to give up.

The student tilted his head and smiled at the teacher who was leaning against the door frame.

What kind of people are the teachers and students in that class, it was clear a long time ago.Even if there is deception, there is a deep bond and trust with each other.

"Let's go, kill teacher, there's nothing important here." Akabane put down the information in his hand without hesitation, ignoring the same thick information that belonged to [Death God].

In fact, I didn't want to look at those outdated information, but since Mr. Dazai hinted, Akabane didn't mind fishing.

Their Chinese teacher has an erratic and sensitive heart, and he never revealed the past himself, but he never concealed it.Those who are afraid of losing, those who actively push away, everyone in Class E is aware of this, but it doesn't matter.

During the time hidden behind the scenes, Osamu Dazai was always watching the changes in the situation.

At first he was afraid of accidents, afraid of... losing, but Edogawa Ranpo's words affected him to some extent.

When he found that Nagisa Chaotian was not in the right state, he seriously planned a way out for his students, which was also the beginning of the appearance of the third generation of Shinigami.

He took the death of the second generation god of death as a premise, and slowly gathered all the resources of this title under his hands to ensure that even if the students were to come to this dirty and filthy world, they still had the power to protect themselves.

This was something he had never done for Akutagawa, so it was very awkward.

He put on his dark face, just like a boy, revealing his unbearable side again.

In the end, the second generation of Shinigami did die, but the third generation of Shinigami was not as heavy as Osamu Dazai thought.

The blackness that Osamu Dazai didn't want to face became...a gift.

The kind-hearted students received the gifts, and the story of the three generations of death became funny and also became... warm.

The teacher who has not erased the traces of his own movements used to be like a sensitive black cat, hiding under the mask of innocence, spying on the reaction of the students when they found their own face.

Grim negativity ready to lose, greeted with an embrace that nearly melted him.

He almost fled, he was already broken.

Osamu Dazai is still afraid of happiness, just like the bursting of soap bubbles in his hands, but he has gradually learned to extend his hands to those he trusts.He... loves his students dearly.

I'm sorry, but I'm not a qualified teacher, I just greedily absorb the nutrients that are enough to support him to live.

In this way, you can grow up smoothly and get rid of the shadow of night.

In the port late at night, the evening wind blows the corners of the sand-colored windbreaker of the youth.

His smile was cold and emotionless, as if he had returned to the port period a few years ago.

However, this face is more suitable for dealing with enemies.

The real bait is him.