After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The white whale is like a huge island floating in the air, quiet and mysterious.But when someone set foot on the island, they found that it was actually made of metal, with a strong rust smell, and the wailing was mixed with the sound of gears rubbing.

This white whale is dying.That's how it was planned.

It will fall from the sky above Yokohama, brush away all the lines around it, and sink to the deepest part of the ground silently.

The word "whale fall" is beautiful.

Osamu Dazai stood on the white whale, looking down at the city full of vitality.

Rao, even a member of the detective agency, never knew of his plan to commit danger alone.Of course, maybe that Edogawa Ranpo who squinted at the back of Osamu Dazai could guess it.

He is an uninvited guest to the people on the white whale.

Mr. Francis, the leader of the Guild, put the glass on the table.He had just finished drinking the last glass of wine, and was about to lead the others away from Moby Whale, when Osamu Dazai swaggered open the door and walked in, as if he was strolling around his own back garden.

The Guild can still get the information that Osamu Dazai is a member of the Armed Detective Agency, so Francis rightfully believes that he is here to stop his plan.

Francis brushed his hair, leaned back on the seat and crossed his legs in a relaxed manner: "Mr. Dazai, don't you think it's too late to stop me now?"

He laughed: "Or, do you just want to come up to appreciate the last appearance of the city?"

"Yokohama is a very good place," said Osamu Dazai, his eyes were slightly closed by the glare ahead, his expression looked hazy and gentle, "Many people spent a lot of money to make it maintain Live as you are now."

Francis had heard of the Yokohama disaster that had resounded all over the world before, and almost everyone was feeling emotional. If the guardians of Yokohama had failed at that time, it would definitely be the darkest day in human history.

But everyone has their own goals, and human beings are selfish animals.

He thought Osamu Dazai was playing the sympathy card: "Although I'm sorry to say this, but I believe in the vitality of Yokohama, and you will definitely bring it back to life again-after the damage I caused."

Osamu Dazai laughed so hard that he couldn't help coughing as if he heard some funny joke.

"That's not what I came here for."

"I heard a rumor."

There was a strange light in his eyes, with a strong sense of urgency and sternness, which made Francis couldn't help tightening his hands.

"How can I offer flowers to the devil?"

There was a flash of vigilance in Francis' eyes, and then he relaxed his shoulders, pretending that the previous tension did not exist at all.

Dazai Osamu said before him: "Don't tell unnecessary lies, since I can get this information, I will confirm that it is true."

Francis was silent for a moment: "You want to cooperate with me? You also have something you want."

The more he said, the more certain he was, and the smile on his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

Osamu Dazai wanted to betray his own organization and chose to cooperate with him.

He asked, "Why should I tell you?"

Osamu Dazai: "I know how to reproduce the flowers of that year in the soil of Yokohama."

"Don't you think that rekindling the flames of war will make the flowers bloom?"

There will no longer be such an easy thing. The person who chose to protect Yokohama in the last days no longer appears.

The madness in Osamu Dazai's eyes is shocking.

There is a hidden room in the deepest part of the white whale. The temperature comparable to that of a cold storage makes the two people who have not yet reached the door reflexively tighten their muscles.

Francis walked ahead, they passed through several dark corridors, and stopped in a very quiet place.

It's like a deep sea untouched by any animal.

"One of my subordinates is a devout believer, and I got a biography from him."

Francis' voice echoed in the corridor like a never-ending choir in a church.

"There is such a character in the biography. His father is a devil from the darkest part of the earth. He feeds on human blood and has a cruel personality. His mother is an archangel his father robbed from heaven. In, he was born."

"He carried the blood of demons and angels, and was considered an unknown existence by both sides. Later, his angel mother died in the dark underground, and his demon father also chose to sleep forever, and he disappeared from then on."

"Later, his legend appeared on the human land—a pure white rose appeared in the human world. It was his mother's favorite flower, and it was the only one that was bred to be able to grow in the dark. A flower that grows. A lucky human gets this token, and if the human dedicates the token to him, he will fulfill the wish of human beings.”

Francis, who was walking at the front, did not see Osamu Dazai's expression.

Osamu Dazai stared wide-eyed in the darkness, walking mechanically, his chest heaving has reached almost the fastest level in recent years.

To use an immature metaphor to describe his current state, it is like a drowning person stretching out his hand toward the water for the first time.

Having this feeling that he is still alive and saved is still the time when he broke through the torrent of time and came to young Oz after a few years of saying goodbye to Oz.

He didn't expect that just a rumor could make him lose his composure like this.

Because the person in this rumor is too much like Ozzy.

Osamu Dazai endured the urgency and could not let his emotions be captured by Francis.

He took a deep breath silently, trying to be as calm as possible: "Why are you bringing up this biography at this moment? Maybe it's just a story recorded in a book."

Francis stopped in his tracks, looking at the closed door with his hands behind his back.

His tone was very affirmative, he said: "Everything recorded is true."

The heavy door was pushed open, and layers of cool white mist squeezed out from the door. Behind the door was a layer of snow-white frost. One could imagine how low the temperature in this room was.

"The temperature of the North Pole is simulated here," Francis spread his hands, introducing his treasure cave to Osamu Dazai, "I found him in a fortress in the North Pole."

"He was just as he is now, lying flat on the ice bed with his hands folded on his chest, surrounded by white flowers covered in ice."

"There is still something wrong with that biography. He doesn't have the characteristics of a dark creature as in the records. He is lying here, and the subtle light falls on him."

"He's more of an angel."

No one knows how much effort Dazai Osamu took to restrain the person who wanted to rush to the ice bed.

Under the shroud of a white mist, his soul has completely occupied the upper part of the center of the room, but his wife was imprisoned in place by reason, without even showing the slightest wave.

Francis walked into the room first, stood beside the ice bed and watched the sleeping man with blond hair and pure white face, lowering his voice for fear of disturbing him.

"It is recorded in the book that if you put a flower on his chest, he will be awakened."

"He was in extreme cold when he was found, so I guess he would prefer a cold environment."

Seeing that Osamu Dazai had come to his side, looking at the person on the ice bed obsessively, Francis just felt that Osamu Dazai was attracted by this angelic face, even when he touched the ice bed with his hands regardless of the cold There was a slight laugh on the thin layer of ice.

This is normal, everyone who has seen him is amazed by his appearance, and it is only reasonable for Osamu Dazai to show this posture.

"How, in this case, do you still think that the records in that book are all false things?"

"No, it's very real." Osamu Dazai looked deeply at the person in the ice layer, imagining that he had touched the face of the sleeping person from within reach, "it's just that what you said is a little wrong."

Francis hesitated, "What's wrong?"

"He should prefer a warm place to a severe cold."

"Why do you think so?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head and showed a smile that Francis instinctively felt was dangerous: "It's just...intuition."

There was a roar, accompanied by sparks from the explosion, Osamu Dazai turned his back to the sputtering flames, tilted his head to Francis and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you for your generous information."

"Osamu Dazai?! You—"

"Mr. Dazai! The white whale is going to land in Yokohama and blow up the whole city! What should I do!"

"Human Tiger——!!!"

Along with the explosion, there were two teenagers, one black and one white.

A dagger was drawn out of Osamu Dazai's sleeve, and gently cut a gap on the ice.Suddenly, the entire ice surface was shattered, revealing the sleeping person inside.

Motionless like a delicate doll.Osamu Dazai leaned over and hugged him into his arms, letting that cold face press against his neck.

"Next, let these two children play with you, Mr. Francis."

The final destination of the beluga whale is still the sea. It was slowly submerged by the water, bringing up waves of huge waves, hitting the long uninhabited coast of Yokohama.

The crowd was evacuated earlier by the workers of the Ability Secret Service Section, so when the whale fell, no one was injured.

The two teenagers who fell from the whale were also found by the search and rescue teams of their respective forces, and the agreement between the teenagers was also buried in their hearts tacitly.

The search and rescue boats of the Port Mafia are much more impressive than those of the Armed Detective Agency, but unfortunately only one of the two people who always like to confront each other was present.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was moved by the fact that even though he was seriously injured, he came to rescue him as soon as he woke up, but when he heard Chuya asked "Where is Dazai?", he was still disappointed and desperate for a while.

He has not yet recovered from the shock of "Mr. Dazai asked you to answer the phone" from the tiger's mouth, Mr. Dazai had hung up the phone when he grabbed the phone, and all the above were Mr. Dazai's scams.

"That's right, where is Mr. Dazai?" The members of the Armed Detective Agency were also curious about this matter.

Atsushi Nakajima hesitated, not sure if the glance he saw during the battle was an illusion.

"Mr. Dazai, he seems to be holding a beautiful doll and left first."

"Pretty doll? What is that?"

"It's just a doll about the size of a teenager... How do you feel that the doll has a sense of familiarity? I haven't seen such an exquisite toy before..."

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