Zaizafang

Osamu Dazai has no idea about Fyodor's ideals, he is a little crazy, and it is a good way to pass the time.After so many years of getting along with him, he has only learned one thing, that it is useless to ridicule the ideals of idealists.

Fyodor is so determined to go to his ideal.

Osamu Dazai thought about betrayal, but he quickly felt that there was no great interest in betraying, and Fyodor would continue his ideal without him-it sounds like it would be fun to destroy his most important career.

But there is still nothing interesting, why not help disrupt the world, fish in troubled waters, and find a way to die painlessly when Fyodor fulfills his dream.

Occasionally.

When working overtime to the point of confusion, or accidentally drinking too much alcohol, it seems that there have been incidents of getting together again.Osamu Dazai basically didn't care whose room he was in, and when he was so sleepy that he lost his mind, he could just give him a blanket to make do with the seat.

It's just weird when you wake up.

Fyodor did not refuse him.

He vaguely remembered that when he was dizzy, he fell headfirst into someone else's arms, and that person didn't refuse.It might as well have failed to push him away.Anyway, the rest is out of Dazai's consideration. Except for Gogol, the whole organization will probably take good care of him if he is picked up.

Osamu Dazai didn't feel embarrassed either. When he woke up, he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and asked coquettishly if he could reduce his workload a little. He didn't want to die suddenly.

Fyodor perfunctorily refused the request.

If you don't go to work, you don't have to go to work. He is a little weak, and he is trying his best to walk on a road that can overwhelm him. When the weather is bad, he is easy to get sick.

Osamu Dazai knew Fyodor well, and knew that he had to suffer from serious and minor illnesses several times a year. At that time, the workload of the entire organization would drop a little, and it was considered a small holiday.

He stayed in his room playing games until midnight, and when he was sleepy, he lay down on the bed. Not long after, he heard the door of the room being opened, and the light was not turned on. I sank a little on the bed.

It was Fyodor without a second thought.Maybe it's a habit of going to the wrong room.

Osamu Dazai thought about it and decided to continue sleeping.But in the dark, the sound of the other party's disordered breathing and the strange sense of struggling were too obvious, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

sick.

Osamu Dazai turned over and turned on the light.Seeing Fyodor huddled in a corner of the quilt, with an unhealthy blush on his pale face, frowning because of the light, but unable to wake up.It's very pitiful, the curled up looks like begging for a warm embrace.

He does not reject such Fyodor.

The result of the lack of distance between the two is that when they crossed the boundary again, it was extremely smooth, and there was no barrier between kisses and hugs.After one night, they separated as if nothing happened, and no one mentioned breaking up or getting back together.

Sigma was worried about the mental state of the two of them. When they were closest to their ideals, they worked overtime together, and they would be in a trance when they piled up irritating things. They bumped into each other at night and tortured each other.

But Gogol would only laugh at their frequent rolling together due to "coincidence" and "mistakes".

After all, no one can tell whether those coincidences are true.

……

"At least working overtime is effective. Let's solve the problem of supernatural powers." Bai Zaixu complained, "Ghost knows that this ideal will really come true."

"To celebrate, I also wore this white suit that I haven't worn a few times. It's always kind of ridiculous to wear white clothes in the fire that burns the whole world."

Osamu Dazai continued to hold high the banner of be: "If the ideal has been realized, there is no need for the organization to exist, right?"

"Of course. After working overtime like that, I always want to take revenge on Fyodor. What I have worked so hard to accomplish is his ideal, not mine."

……

The world is burning in a raging fire ignited by idealists, and the scenery of destruction and reconstruction is particularly fascinating, and he plunges the poisoned dagger into Fyodor's heart and gives him a final hug.

Then push away, watching Fyodor fall into the sea of ​​fire with an indescribable smile, God knows whether the arc is ridiculed or satisfied, and maybe a little sad.He always felt that Fei Jia was not ignorant of his cooperation with Gogol.

"ended."

The dagger pierced his back with scalding heat, Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back and staggered a step forward, muttering and complaining: "Gogol, can't you choose a more deadly place?"

"Don't worry," Gogol smiled exaggeratedly, "The poison will attack soon!"

Too.Gogol specially retrieved the dagger he prepared for Fyodor and used it on him. The expensive poison diluted by blood is enough to kill.

And it works quickly, and the paralysis effect is very good.

Osamu Dazai cast a glance at the white clown with the last of his reason, stood on the edge of the roof and felt the hot wind coming up from below for a moment, looked up at the cold white sky covered with dark clouds, and looked down at the scorching fire that could burn out supernatural powers.

From now on, there will be no supernatural powers in the world, and the nullified supernatural powers will become invalid from now on.

No one needs him anymore.

He fell.

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