I saved the world after jumping backwards

Atsushi Nakajima thought of the purpose of this trip, and begged Dazai loudly: "Mr. Dazai, Mr. Kunikida asked me to call you back to the meeting? Please, for my personal safety and life, please come with me Go back to the meeting!"

"Hey——" Who knew that the black-haired man in front of him stood up and patted the sand-brown windbreaker on his body, propped his chin with his fingers, and showed a mean smile, "Dun Jun's life safety has nothing to do with me , I don't want to go~"

"Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Hey, of course it's a joke." After admiring the pitiful crying face of the white-haired boy, Osamu Dazai walked ahead quickly, "Hurry up and go back, Atsushi, or the wine you'll have to bear later is not Kunikida-kun's anger~"

"It's true, the president will probably be angry if he doesn't go back at this time." Oda Saku added and followed.

"Ah! Wait for me, Dazai-san, Odasaku-san!" Nakajima Atsushi chased after them and followed the footsteps of the two, he asked with some belated attention, "Speaking of which, what is the plan? "

Dazai smiled slyly at him, making Atsushi Nakajima's hairs stand on end for a moment and he felt a chill.

"Of course it's secret~secret~"

No matter how you think about it, it's a bad premonition! !

When the three of them returned to the Armed Detective Agency, they were scolded by Kunikida Doppo as expected. In the end, it was the president who intervened to allow the meeting to proceed.

The members of the detective agency gathered in the meeting room to watch the video projected from the projector, which was a commission from the Special Agents Division to the Armed Detective Agency.

On the screen, people with supernatural powers die in various ways, but what remains the same is that they died from their own supernatural powers. The Supernatural Secret Service Division called this incident a suicide by a person with supernatural powers, and the person who created this incident The suspect's face is now projected on the screen.

"This man's name is Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and he has sneaked into Yokohama. Our mission is to capture this man."

It was a man with long silver hair, his eyes were like inorganic gemstones, staring at the front with a gloomy expression, as if he was impatient with something.

Edogawa ranpo looked at Osamu Dazai who was sitting across from him with his eyes downcast as if he was thinking, the hands that were stuffing snacks into his mouth stopped, and after noticing his gaze, Dazai smiled at him.

Ranpo opened his eyes, and had a silent confrontation with Dazai.

"Are you really going to do this?"

"I have no other choice, Ranpo-san."

"It's been six years, and he hasn't appeared or left any traces during these six years. Do you really think he, Xue, is still alive?"

"I don't know, but I can't just give up like this."

Edogawa Ranpo has always thought that he is missing a memory, this feeling is so novel, it seems that someone has smeared and rewritten that memory, so that he has been unable to fully recall what happened during that time .

Six years ago, he gave Xue a glass marble and promised to help him once in the future as long as he relied on this token.But what he didn't expect was that the person who brought this marble to make him fulfill his promise was not Yuki, but Osamu Dazai, the cadre of Mafia at the port.

At that time, the black-haired boy who came to the detective agency with marbles seemed to have just experienced a fierce battle, and looked extremely embarrassed. The moment he saw him, Edogawa Ranpo's heart was full of sour emotions. Seeing the truth too quickly is sometimes not always a good thing.

He recalled what the memory he had lost was exactly what it was.

It was a rainy day, and he held an umbrella and wanted to deal with the bombing at the beach, but what he didn't expect was that at that time, he met Odasaku who was going to die.

"I advise you not to go, you will die." He said so.

Odasaku's eyes were clouded, and he replied coldly: "I have nothing."

"What about Yuki-kun, what should he do?" Seeing the back of Oda Saku leaving, he frowned and ran to him, trying to stop him.

Oda Saku's figure froze for a moment, but he passed him quickly and continued to walk forward. He said decisively: "If Yuki comes back, please help me and apologize to him."

You can say that yourself! !

Say you don't want to give up, even I don't want to give up like this, if you can convince the president earlier and win Xue into the detective agency, maybe none of this will happen.

After putting away his snacks, Ranpo clapped his hands, which attracted the attention of Atsushi Nakajima who was sitting beside him, "Mr. Ranpo, what are you doing?"

Luanbu squinted his eyes, and replied without turning his head: "Secret~Secret~"

Atsushi Nakajima smiled helplessly, as expected, he still didn't understand Mr. Dazai and Mr. Ranpo.

After the meeting, Kunikida and his partner Dazai were going to find the informant from the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but Dazai made an excuse to go to the toilet as soon as the meeting was over and never came back.

Kunikida roared angrily and started looking for Dazai again, but everyone's confessions were inexplicably consistent, and no one saw where Dazai went.

Even Oda Saku and Ranpo said "I don't know anything." Kunikida had no choice but to beat Dazai in his heart, and temporarily changed his partner to Junichiro Tanizaki.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai, who succeeded in sneaking, sneezed. After wiping his finger with no image, he murmured narcissistically: "Is there a beautiful lady thinking about me behind my back? That's not okay." Ah, I already have my own heart—ah, what a sinful man I am..."

Compared with six years ago, he has changed quite a bit. The bandages covering his eyes were taken off, and the black coat he always wore was gone, replaced by a sand-brown long windbreaker. He completely concealed the gloomy and lazy atmosphere all over his body.

Unknowingly, he came to that river again, and the sparkling river water illuminated by the moonlight was like a silver belt, giving him the urge to plunge into it again.

He took out a glued photo from his pocket. In the photo, the silver-haired boy stared ahead unyieldingly and indifferently. He pressed the photo to his lips with great care, and called out in a soft tone: "Xiao Xue , It’s been six years, the time is really terrible, I almost can’t remember you who can move.”

With the passage of time, his memory of Xuebu gradually began to blur, and only when life and death were on the line, that young man's snow-white and thick face would come alive.

Six years ago, the scene of the silver-haired boy turning into pieces and disappearing in front of him would still appear in his dreams. He held his hand countless times to stop him, but just as he hugged the boy happily, Xiaoxue Always look at him with resentful eyes.

He seems to be saying, why save me, why not save everyone and Oda Tsukuru, you can obviously do it!

After he woke up covered in cold sweat, he felt the pain of choosing and being chosen. Why should I choose between Odasaku and Xiaoxue?Why did Xiaoxue choose me?Was the choice such a sad thing?

As early as the first time he met the silver-haired boy, Osamu Dazai knew that he was the same person as himself, lost in this world, disregarding life and death, and... had a strong tendency to self-destruct.

But even so, he still works hard to live in this world almost obsessively, which is why Dazai is so obsessed with Yukipo.

The sky darkened at some point, and if there was a seemingly invisible mist surrounding him, it was like a dream.

At the same time, the military police of the Supernatural Secret Service Division and Ango Sakaguchi appeared beside him.

"Ah, Ango, it's really been a long time." Dazai stuffed the photo back into his pocket and greeted him with a smile, but the intention of the other party's visit was obviously not good, and the military police pointed their black guns at him.

"Shibusawa Ryuhiko, did you call back to Yokohama?" Sakaguchi Ango stood in front of him, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Dazai-kun, what are your plans?"

Dazai lowered his head, his kite-colored eyes gradually settled down, and he said lightly: "Who knows? Maybe I just want to have a suicide feast for people with supernatural abilities?"

"Dazai-kun!" Ango frowned and said disapprovingly, "If you really want to do this, the Supernatural Secret Service Division will not stand by."

"You don't think you can catch me, do you?" The black-haired man smiled. At this moment, the fog gradually thickened, and a white figure gradually appeared behind Ango Sakaguchi. He easily eliminated the two soldiers. The police, and Ango who was still in front of Osamu Dazai just now disappeared without a trace with the fog.

"Dazai-kun, I'm here to pick you up."

That white figure walked in, and it was Shibusawa Ryuhiko who had been issued an arrest warrant by the Supernatural Special Affairs Section before. A rare smile appeared on his indifferent face full of boredom, "But you The change is really big, I almost don't recognize you."

Dazai glanced at him indifferently, and greeted him indifferently: "You are still the same as six years ago, and even the fact that you like white is exactly the same."

Shibusawa was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Is that so? It's rare that I specially prepared a costume for you for tonight's show."

The black-haired man tilted his head, and asked in a quiet tone: "Why do you feel that you are in a good mood, aren't you bored?"

"It's boring, of course it's boring." Following the sound of footsteps, the silver-haired man approached, only then did Dazai realize that there was a delicate white rose pinned to his chest.

Dazai's kite-colored eyes widened slightly, and the silver-haired man in front of him stretched out a slender and pale finger, lovingly stroking the snow-white petals with his finger, as if caressing a lover's cheek.

There was a frantic gleam in his eyes.

"But, it won't be boring anytime soon."

……

...

Concession.

Among the ruined walls, the silvery moonlight shines on a towering building. This is a high tower called "Skull", which is the stronghold of the "Black Church" left over from the Dragon Head War in the past.

The moonlight illuminated the hall very brightly through the stained glass, and the distant bells sounded from a distance, making the scene at this time extremely holy.

A silver fruit basket was placed on the table in the hall, and several bright red apples were displayed in it, exuding a fresh fruity fragrance, but the frightening thing was that an unknown skull was placed on top of the apples.

"It's finally about to start. I've waited too long for this moment." A black-haired man in a plush hat leaned against the window, sighed faintly, his scarlet eyes were extremely deep, "But always I feel, what's missing? Since it's a play, it would be better to have some music."

His brows and eyes were slightly curved, and a smile appeared on his pale and handsome face. He turned and said to the people behind him.

"Are you right? Sariel."

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The author has something to say:

Happy birthday Mr. Dazai! ! !Whoooo! ! ! (Ben Octopus just remarried Mr. Dazai