[Comprehensive] Today's Yokohama is also very flat!

Yoko thought about it carefully, tugged at Dazai's sleeve, and asked him with a guilty conscience: "Well, Ajiji, I shouldn't have offended you, right?"

This man is so cruel that he dares to dig his own grave, what else can't he do?

Dazai looked at her with unfathomable eyes, and said in a long voice, "What do you think?"

Yoko took a step back cautiously, his eyes flicked around: "Yeah, maybe I did, but I never really hurt you, you can't hold grudges like that."

Dazai suddenly showed a malicious smile, moved his fingers, and took a step closer to the girl who was about to explode: "Oh, you think so?"

"Although you always cheat each other, but...but you have won before. Let me tell you, narrow-mindedness grows old quickly!"

Dazai raised an eyebrow.

"and--"

Yoko shrunk his neck and complained: "When I found out that you in this world are dead, I cried for a long time. See how kind I am to you."

Dazai froze for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.

"Did you really cry?"

"Yes, yes."

He sighed, as if he had changed his mind and didn't want to scare Yoko anymore.

"Should I say you are stupid or what."

Dazai picked up the shovel, stood in front of the tombstone and looked at the writing on it, with a flat tone: "He's not me, Ah Heng, don't make a mistake in the future."

There is imperceptible alienation and warning in this sentence, it can be seen that Dazai is a little angry.

"But he's also Osamu Dazai." Yoko lowered his eyes and murmured, "He may be the future you after the world line has turned a corner."

——Because I know that you may come to this kind of ending, so I can't ignore it.

Dazai stared at Yoko for a few seconds, then turned his head away, showing a look of lovelessness.

"……never mind."

Yoko:? ? ?

He sighed, and there was a bit of artificial melancholy in his voice: "I'm probably stupid to discuss this kind of thing with you."

"Apologize, I think you despise me =="

"I didn't despise you." Dazai "tssed": "I was just mocking."

The two people who were pretending to be stupid stared at each other for a few seconds, and at the same time turned their heads in disgust.

Within ten seconds of the cold war, Yoko said: "You have a shovel, you don't really want to dig a grave, do you?"

"Guess~"

Yoko cleared his throat, and persuaded with a solemn face: "I think with your pissing nature, there may be a trap in the grave, or a particularly vicious curse."

Dazai opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "Who do you take me for?"

Yoko pointed at the bandage on his body, with an innocent face: "Mummy, the old canned food in the pyramid, if you dare to dig a grave, I will curse you to die."

Dazai: "..."

"Why don't you let it go." Yoko spread his arms and said in a negotiating tone: "You have so much hatred and resentment towards yourself in this world, why don't you let him stop even if you die."

"People who play disco on the grave have no right to speak of me."

Dazai squatted down, poked the tombstone with his fingertips, tilted his head, his eyes were a little strange, and he was a little confused.

But soon, he returned to his usual appearance, and said slightly in a low voice: "I doubt that the Dazai Osamu of this world is not dead."

This time it was Yoko's turn to widen his eyes: "Where did you get the news?"

"I sneaked into Hong Kong before... I will talk about this matter in detail later, first help me remove this tombstone."

The night is dark and the wind is high, the day of digging and robbing graves.

A righteous school principal and a Hong Kong gangster cadre reserve are all decent people, and if they are taken out alone, they are the existence of Megatron.

Dazai said his hands were sore after digging for a while, then threw the shovel away, and sat on the tombstone next to him to direct Yoko to work: "Hey, dig to the left, use some strength...yes, go to the right..."

Since Dazai said nothing, Yoko slashed at his fluffy head with a shovel angrily.

Dazai squatted quickly, and just dodged, the second time he was hit by the shovel.

"Dig your own grave!"

Yoko kicked his Dazai into the pit, so he had to start digging the earth miserably.

The stone slabs were pried open, the soil was dug through, and a dark wooden box was exposed to the air.

Yoko jumped in and took out the wooden box.

"Curve burials are not popular these days." Yoko said to Dazai with emotion: "Have you seen that? No matter how great you were in life or how tragic your death was, this small box will be your eternal home in the end."

So cherish life and stay away from suicide.

"Miss, please don't put me in this locket, thank you =="

Dazai took the porcelain-white urn out of the wooden box, and was about to lift the lid when Yoko pressed the back of his hand.

She took a deep breath: "You wait, let me make a mental preparation."

The girl wrinkled her face, as if she wanted to squeeze out two weasel tears, and then said, "Azhi, you died so badly".

Unexpectedly, she couldn't squeeze out anything when she met Dazai's teasing gaze.

"Go ahead," she said dryly.

There was a crisp sound of "click" when the porcelain rubbed against each other. Dazai lifted the lid and took a light with the flashlight, and the gray-white powder residue inside was reflected in the eyes of the two of them.

"Is this... real ashes?"

Dazai stretched out his finger without hesitation, picked it up a little, put it under his nose to smell.

"As expected of Aji, he can even smell his own ashes." Yoko applauded in admiration.

Dazai raised his head and looked at her with indescribable eyes: "No, I'm just smelling if this thing is ashes."

What kind of genius can confirm his identity by smelling ashes? DNA doesn't have this function.

The boy complained softly: "I'm not a dog."

"Yes, you are cat pie." Yoko looked at him with burning eyes: "Aji Aji, you meow~"

Dazai didn't seem to hear, he dusted the ashes from his fingertips into the porcelain jar, and said in a very calm tone, "As expected, these are not ashes."

"Meow one, Ajiji~"

"The smell of formaldehyde hasn't gone away, it's just a can of wall plaster."

"Aji, meow—"

Dazai indifferently pushed Yoko's approaching face away with a finger: "Miss, I think you are too obsessive tonight."

He looked at her with eyes that knew everything, and said casually: "What happened?"

Just now when Dazai walked over with the shovel on his shoulders, he didn't ignore the flash of joy in Yoko's eyes and the urgency to prove something.

Similar to the unlucky guy who was trapped on an isolated island, he suddenly discovered that there was another person on the island, and after careful questioning, he found out that the two were still fellow villagers.

Sure enough, when Dazai asked these words, Yoko's face collapsed.

"Something happened, I'm not happy."

"Oda Saku raised sixteen children."

"Akutagawa-kun has grown up, it's not fun anymore."

"The people I knew before didn't know me."

Yoko squatted down, pulled Dazai's sleeve, and asked him in a sticky voice:

"Aji, can you not die?"

For the powerful will of the city, human beings are just a group of people living on them, no different from flowers, birds, insects and animals.

Will human beings dive down to observe the daily life of ants?

will not.

Only the owner of Yokohama, who likes to hang out with "ants" even if he is laughed at, will join their lives and make himself more and more like a person.

Human beings are creatures that are afraid of loneliness.

Dazai sighed, and also squatted down, looking at the girl with almost clear eyes:

"Ah Heng, do you understand how to tease me if you don't marry me?"

Yoko looked blank: "Did I flirt with you?"

No, she felt that her actions were all serious.

Dazai stood up expressionlessly, and began to restore the graveyard.

"I'll help you~"

Yoko hopped closer.

"Get off."

Dazai poked his finger on the girl's forehead.

Poke, poke, poke her away.

Yoko curled his lips and could only sit on the tombstone, dangling his legs and watching the boy work.

"I joined the detective agency, where have you been these two days?"

She took out a lollipop from her pocket, tore off the wrapper, and asked Dazai about it.

"Port Mafia."

Dazai paused, snatched the lollipop very bluntly and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "To be precise, I landed in a warehouse near the port, and I happened to meet Chuya."

"It's shameless to grab a little girl's candy."

Yoko reluctantly took out another lollipop, puffed his cheeks and asked, "What has become of this world?"

"Except for the position of acting leader, he is still so short and wears a hat with terrible taste." Dazai pondered: "However, he seems to recognize me as the Dazai ruler of this world."

Back to two days ago——

When Dazai woke up, he found himself lying in an abandoned warehouse at the port, holding Yoko's fisherman's hat and a small rubber band in his hand.

He first checked the warehouse, and found that there was a large amount of ammunition hidden inside. In the corner of the wooden box where the ammunition was loaded, there was a small inconspicuous sign, which was the abbreviated English letter P·M.

PortMafia, Port Mafia.

It was confirmed that the landing place was still Yokohama, and it was basically concluded that this was the arsenal of the port mafia. Before Dazai left the warehouse, he ran into a gang fight.

The organization that dared to get involved in the arms of the Mafia was wiped out by Chuya's men. Dazai wanted to sneak away while taking advantage of the chaos, but was caught by Chuya.

"Osamu Dazai! How the hell do you have the face to come back?! Do you know that you left a mess?!!!"

As soon as Zhong Ye saw him, his anger surged to a record high, and he kicked and bumped when he walked.

He didn't even look carefully to see if the person was still the same as before, he couldn't help but grab Dazai by the collar and drag him back to the Hong Kong and Black Affairs Building.

"Get rid of the work, and dare to push these things to me in the future—" Zhong Ye raised his fist and threatened: "I don't care if you are the leader or not."

Dazai froze for a moment when he heard the word "leader", but Chuya walked out angrily.

"Boss... I really didn't expect that."

Dazai squeezed his chin thoughtfully.

"I didn't want to be the leader. If it was 'me', I would say that. Then, why?"

Before Chuya could react, he quickly checked the office.

The structure of the room has not changed from when Mr. Mori was the leader, but the temperament is quite different.

——This place is full of the breath of death.

The walls and ceiling are pitch black, and all the candlesticks and decorations are high-end antiques, but they are out of place with the room, like outsiders who have strayed in.

The heavy and oppressive air records the despair and self-abuse of the previous owner of this house for four years.

There is no written document left in the room that can obtain the information of the former master, but through the sleeve corners of the high-end suit in the closet, through the wear and tear of the pen on the table, through the tiny creases on the carpet, through every bit of every corner, Dazai Comparing with myself, I gradually restored the original scene, and profiled the characteristics of the Hong Kong black leader in this world.

In order to plan a big event, become the leader.

Haven't slept in four years.

Thin, pale, and in extremely poor health, it is estimated that he would not live for a few years without committing suicide.

Failure to achieve the goal, so can not die, resulting in self-harm behavior.

……

Dazai's eyes darkened.

Zaizhong also sensed something was wrong, before returning again, he changed into the clothes of the world leader Zai, and even padded the soles of his leather boots with a spare tie.

"Let's leave it like this for now, it still looks a little short."

He looked in the mirror with dissatisfaction and muttered softly.

After tidying up his sleeves, he slowly sat on the cold throne that was not leaning on all sides.

...It really feels a little lonely.

What is more troublesome than loneliness is the pile of documents on the table.

——Is that slug doing a good job as the acting leader?

"Hey you--"

As expected, the person who was nagged came back, opened the door rudely, and saw such a Dazai Osamu.

His complexion is healthier, he seems to be doing well outside, he looks a little more fleshy, other than these, Dazai Osamu is the same as before

He spoke slowly, his tone filled with the majesty of a king and the cruelty of a devil.

"Chuya, you are too presumptuous. Shouldn't the cadres knock on the door first when entering the chief's room?"

"Apologize to me."

Dazai paused word by word.

·

"Hahaha... You don't know, Ah Heng, but the expression on the slug's face at that time was very exciting."

Speaking of this, Dazai covered his stomach and bent over laughing.

"The complexion changes, the slight annoyance and entanglement of wanting to resist but having to obey orders, I really want to record it and show it to him after returning to the original world."

"...you are too bad."

Yoko was speechless for a while, and then said in admiration: "It's amazing to be able to pretend to be the leader Zai without seeing him for two days."

"Well, 'If I were him, I'd do it'—it's not that hard, considering that."

"Fancy Ye's attitude towards you, no one in Hong Kong should have seen the leader's body. So you think he is cheating?"

Dazai nodded slightly: "This cemetery may have been bought by Chuya according to the leader's last words, of course, it may also be Chuya's own idea, the purpose is to paralyze the outside world. There are only two people who actually saw the leader jump off the building, one is Akutagawa, The other is Atsushi Nakajima. Akutagawa is at the Armed Detective Agency, have you met him?"

"Hmm..." Thinking of that Akutagawa, Yoko's eyes were complicated.

"Yes, I saw it, but he made it clear that he was very repulsive to the leader Zai, and he didn't want to mention him a word, so it might be a bit difficult to formulate."

"Then find another one." Dazai paused for a moment, and emphasized his tone: "But the top priority right now..."

Yoko looked serious and puffed out his chest.

"Is there any important task for me?"

"Help me buy a pair of height-increasing insoles, Ah Heng~"

"what--???"

The author has something to say: Is it sweet?

I prefer the natural intimacy of "don't treat you as an outsider".Of course, this is also the distance that Dazai decided to keep after thinking about it.

To him, it doesn't matter if Ah Heng is open or not, as long as he doesn't plan to run away with other wild men/women/non-humans, he is afraid of scaring Ah Heng away if he goes any further.

———Thanks to the little angels who voted for me to overlord or irrigate nutrient solution~

Thank you Dazai for the bandage and throwing a mine

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Instant noodles, this Dazai is my 10 bottles; Sang Moli 2 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!