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The top floor of the Port Mafia building.

It was 5 minutes before Osamu Dazai received the call.

"Dazai-kun, is the matter over?" Mori Ogai looked at his disciple.

The fundus of the eyes is light and dark, and he is tired of trivial matters. Osamu Dazai looks like he will swallow a large sleeping pill in a second and announce a physical strike.

"Of course, Mr. Mori." Osamu Dazai answered him lazily.

This time the goods involved smuggled jewels. The smuggling of jewels was originally the work of Chuya in the Central Plains.

Osamu Dazai had to take over the mess left by Nakahara Nakaya, and dealt with it overnight, and he didn't have time to return to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang until this morning.

And he worked so hard for nothing but Gide.

"Predict what will happen within 5 seconds or more and less than 6 seconds"——

It sounds impeccable, but in the eyes of Osamu Dazai, it is full of flaws.

If sudden death can be foreseen, what about slow suicide?

Osamu Dazai didn't believe that Mori Ogai couldn't think of it, but the other party chose Oda Sakunosuke.

Mori Ogai was still trying to interfere with him, Dazai thought.

The best time to do it is three days later, and Gide will die of chronic poison in the early morning of that day.

Mori Ogai has no chance to implement his so-called plan——

boom!A loud bang.

Dazai turned his head to look.

A crow slammed into the bulletproof glass so hard that it was bloody.

Osamu Dazai stared at it for a while, then moved his eyes away indifferently, it was just a crow.

"I guess, Dazai-kun is thinking that Gide will do it in three days." Mori Ogai took out two documents from the locked drawer.

One MIMIC, one Oda Sakunosuke.

It was the two copies that Osamu Dazai found.

His eyes suddenly changed, Dazai Osamu's eyes were filled with darkness.

He looked at Mori Ogai, waiting for the other party to continue talking.

"Tsukishiro-kun made a deal with me." Mori Ogai folded his hands and rested his chin.

"He traded a promise between us for a date."

Mori Ogai was satisfied to see Osamu Dazai's pupils shrank.

"So I gave Gide the freedom to choose his own hands-on time," he added.

So MIMIC hands-on is not three days later, but at any time.

As soon as Mori Ogai finished speaking, the phone rang in due time.

Osamu Dazai heard Odasaku's distorted voice, "I'm very sorry, Tsukishiro is dead."

"Oda Saku," Dazai Osamu blinked extremely slowly, the arrogance in Tobi's pupils was exactly the same as that of Mori Ogai.

"He won't die."

So no kidding.It's not funny.

Osamu Dazai knew very clearly that Tsukishiro Reiji had lost the right to choose death.

Even though the bullet pierced the heart, the young man still did not stop breathing.

All the information shows that Reiji Tsukishiro is favored by the heavens.

The sky is foggy.

On the window, the mark left by the crow is getting more and more red

On the other end of the phone, Odasaku didn't answer right away.

Silence is like a guillotine, severely cutting off Osamu Dazai's arrogance.

Facing Sakura, Oda Sakunosuke turned around a thousand times, but couldn't say the word "death".

But facing Dazai Osamu, Oda Sakunosuke thought, his heart was always colder than he thought.

So he repeated on the phone: "Dazai, miracles don't always happen."

"Shot in the throat, no pulse, no heartbeat, he died."

"Dididi——" Oda Sakunosuke heard the hasty and anxious sound of hanging up from the other end of the phone.

Osamu Dazai pressed the phone, stood up from the sofa, and dropped his suit jacket to the ground.

Mori Ogai clearly saw Osamu Dazai's camouflage peeling off, revealing the weird and twisted soul inside.

"There is nothing Dazai-kun can change." Mori Ogai revealed the bloody truth.

Osamu Dazai walked out without saying a word.

"You can't change anything, Osamu Dazai." Mori Ogai repeated.

Osamu Dazai has never really lost, and as a qualified teacher, he must teach the other party to see clearly.

Even if today's dusk fades, the next day's sun will still rise as usual.

Only in this way can Osamu Dazai truly become the next generation leader of the port mafia.

Osamu Dazai paused: "There is only one reason for me to go." I don't believe it.

And Mori Ogai never waited for the second half of his sentence——

Dazai is decadent and nihilistic, always looking at the world with vigilance and suspicion, and has never changed.

It was the same this time, he would never believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.

Of course the youth will live, the phone call was just a prank.

Maybe Odasaku has a much harder sense of humor, maybe Reiji's anger is still there.

A joint joke, Osamu Dazai thought.

Like an April Fool's Day issue, a mirage in the desert.

Osamu Dazai gave himself psychological hints over and over again, and he almost believed it.

Walking out of the Hong Kong and Black Building, the sun is shining on the body, and the whole body is cold.

Osamu Dazai felt dizzy as black spots appeared in his vision.

A bell rang in my ears, clang—clang—no more, no less, exactly thirteen.

On the night before Jesus' crucifixion, the No.13 person who attended the dinner was Judas.

The footsteps became faster and faster, more and more disorderly, he stepped on something.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, it was a bloody crow staring at him blankly with huge black pupils.

Osamu Dazai was surrounded by ominous omens, no, he ran, trying to escape.

Looking up again, Dazai Osamu was caught off guard and saw the corpse.

A person who lost his breath cannot be called a wounded person, so it can only be a corpse.

Tsukishiro Reiji's expression was extremely peaceful, and there was a little surprise in his pupils, reflecting the afterimage of the bullet.

It was so vivid that it would turn to Osamu Dazai in the next second, bending his eyes.

But the sudden hollow in the neck shattered his illusion.

Osamu Dazai saw that Reiji Tsukishiro's eyelids were extremely thin, and the tiny blood vessels were still flowing.

A hand suddenly appeared, and the vitality of the youth was completely lost with the closing of the eyelids.

he died.

Osamu Dazai could not deceive himself.

Three to ten minutes after death, the corpse will begin to go stiff.

And these phenomena have quietly happened to Tsukishiro Reiji.

Dazai Osamu's proud judgment and observation ability emphasized——

he died.

No one can live forever, someone always dies.

Tsukishiro Reiji was not that exception.

The so-called "immortality" is just an accident brought by luck.

And luck will be squandered sooner or later.

Tsukishiro Reiji's luck ran out, and so did Osamu Dazai's.

None of them were lucky.

One meter away from the young man, Osamu Dazai stood there, delicate and wooden, like a doll.

He should have known, he couldn't hold onto anything at all.

He should have worn a slate-gray hemp kimono in winter so he wouldn't have to struggle to survive until summer. *

When the white cloth was about to cover the young man's face, Osamu Dazai suddenly realized that the young man had left.

The high wall he built was shattered with a single movement.

"Stop."

Osamu Dazai heard a voice say what he wanted to say.

Then he saw the paramedics look at him in amazement, and realized it was him.

Every step he takes, he gets closer to reality.

Osamu Dazai knelt on one knee beside Tsukishiro Reiji, carefully tracing his expression.

A young man can die for an undercover agent he has never met, for a girl he met once, for a soft heart, but he is unwilling to live for him.

How cruel.Dazai thought.

The white cloth was pulled away, revealing the bloody wound.

The bullet caused a cavity effect, leaving only a terrible cavity in the neck. The vocal cords, throat, and trachea all disappeared, and a thin layer of skin barely connected to the head.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, and stretched out his hand to explore the inside of his throat.

Toru Amuro saw that the mafia cadre, who had been extremely indifferent since arriving at the scene, suddenly shot at the corpse. Without the slightest hesitation, he pointed the gun at Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to hear it, he touched the opening of the broken blood vessel, the skin was as brittle as paper, and the sticky muscle tissue didn't feel good to the touch.

Seeing him stroking the wound without hesitation, faint vomiting sounds came from around.

"What do you want to do!" Amuro Toru's voice was hoarse, and he even tried his best to keep his hand holding the gun steady.

Pausing for a few seconds, Osamu Dazai looked at Toru Amuro with dull black pupils.

Uh... gun.

He even took the initiative to hold the muzzle of the policeman's gun and calibrated it against his eyebrows.

"What do I want to do?" Osamu Dazai asked himself in a low voice, "I want to take him away."

He looked straight into Amuro Toru's blue pupils.

There are too many things in the policeman's pupils, which are so blue that they seem to be mixed with pungent industrial corrosives.

Osamu Dazai had a drugged hallucination in his eyes, as if he couldn't understand what happened in front of him.

Toru Amuro felt extremely absurd about this, "Don't even think about it."

"Then you take me away for him." Osamu Dazai murmured, "Wake me up."

From the world without him, from the grotesque dreams.

Osamu Dazai touched the barrel of the gun inch by inch.

With a click, the safety catch opened, and the bandaged fingers forced Amuro to pull the trigger.

Crazy, downright crazy.

Chianti's scalp was numb, and he took a few steps back.

Toru Amuro's fingertips turned white vigorously, as long as he pulled the trigger, the mafia in front of him would go to hell.

But the organizing people are still here.

Fubuya Rei can kill Osamu Dazai, but Bourbon can't.

Gritting his teeth firmly, Amuro Toru broke the muzzle of the gun away, and he clearly caught the disappointment in the pupils of the kite.

Amuro realized that Osamu Dazai was really looking forward to death.

Without looking at him again, Osamu Dazai touched the young man's elastic cheek with his fingertips.

Before long, the skin will be stiff, blue, and ugly, just like Osamu Dazai himself.

He unwrapped the bandage, and his left eye, which had seldom been exposed to light, turned red and irritating tears flowed out.

One drop, two drops, hit Reiji Kamitsuki's eyelids hard.

Osamu Dazai didn't realize it, and meticulously wrapped the bandage, perhaps the other end of the leash, around the young man's left wrist round and round.

Osamu Dazai would never compromise, but he threw in the towel.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Osamu Dazai picked up Reiji Tsukishiro, and his body, which had lost autonomy, stayed safely in his arms.

The black organizations dare not block, Hong Kong black has no reason to block.

The next day, Osamu Dazai disappeared.

On the third day, Gide and his remaining subordinates died tragically on the street one by one like sacrifices.

On the fourth day, the Port Mafia announced that Osamu Dazai had defected.

……

On the seventh day, Reiji Tsukishiro woke up from the ice coffin and got a kiss with lips and tongue intertwined.

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The author has something to say:

*I thought I would die this winter, but recently I got a set of mouse-gray pinstriped linen kimono, which is suitable for summer, so I'd better live until summer.