The number one heartbreaker in Hong Kong and black

Just like the focus of a movie lens, the originally blurred picture gradually became clear, as if raindrops fell on a pool of calm water, and the ripples fluctuated and quickly returned to the original level in the swing.

Araki Ryosuke blinked, he felt his body shake, and then stood up.

"Dazai-kun, it's raining outside, so don't go out."

"No, I'm going out to buy pudding." It was Dazai Osamu's voice, and he said arrogantly and complaining loudly, "It's all your fault, you insisted on asking me to take some kind of IV, so I can't act until now."

"But if you don't get the infusion, you might faint, Dazai."

He raised his head and looked at the man sitting behind the desk in the clinic. Mori Ogai was looking at him with his chin folded in his hands: "I picked it up because of suicide a few days ago, why don't you want to continue living?" ?Many patients come to see a doctor here. I am used to seeing people who desperately want to live longer, but I have never seen someone like you, Dazai."

"So, you are meddling too much." Osamu Dazai said bluntly, "My business has nothing to do with you."

For his revenge, Mori Ogai was not angry, but smiled slightly.

"Go get the umbrella over there, you'll need it."

His gaze turned to the wall again, where a folded black umbrella hung crookedly.

Araki Ryosuke was in a daze for a moment, and then realized that this is what happened from Dazai Osamu's perspective... Merlin sent him to the other party's mind, and dug out this memory, so at this time he followed the other party's thinking Let's go, this is the story that happened before they met in Osamu Dazai's memory.

So he concentrated, trying to see all the details through Dazai Osamu's eyes.

"It's annoying, why do you have a doctor like you?" Osamu Dazai said with a soft smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold, "...No, you are not a doctor. Your ambition is about to overflow. Can people see it?"

Araki Ryosuke tried to break free, and then seemed to press the button of the God's perspective in the game, not only the angle of Dazai Osamu, he can now see the whole room, including the expression on Dazai Osamu's face at this moment - a little arrogant , Dense and cold.

This is really a rare expression, even Ryosuke Araki was a little surprised, because Osamu Dazai had never shown his hostility so clearly.

"When you go out to buy pudding, Dazai-kun can reconsider my invitation."

"Hey, why did I join the port mafia? The fact that the other party allows subordinates like you to exist, does it mean that this organization is not very good?"

It was that disdainful expression again. Osamu Dazai obviously didn't try to hide all his emotions at this time, even though he was very smart, he was not yet mature.

Mori Ogai still kept smiling: "Dazai sees it very clearly, yes, I really want to be the leader."

After his words fell, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide. He obviously didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward and not conceal his purpose, but he quickly wiped off the redundant expression on his face: "That has nothing to do with me, I'll buy it." It's pudding, if you don't go, it will be closed."

"Pay attention to safety, the situation here is quite chaotic, bring your gun." Mori Ogai tilted his head slightly and said, a clear emotion flashed in his eyes, "Dazai-kun has not been in Yokohama for a long time, right? Be careful, don't go Those alleys, Yokohama is not as peaceful as where you were before."

Obviously, he knew that the other party was not from the city of Yokohama, and looking at the kimono that Osamu Dazai was wearing that didn't fit the metropolis and his soft voice when he spoke, he knew that the other party must be from a well-known country gentleman's family. , he was clearly well-educated, and even his sarcasm seemed gentle.

... I really don't know what his family background is.

Osamu Dazai ignored him, but took the pistol, walked to the wall, picked up the black umbrella, pushed open the door of the clinic, and walked out.

The moment the door was pushed open, it was like a barrier was suddenly opened, and the muffled and subtle voice completely surrounded Osamu Dazai from all directions. The downpour in Yokohama spread like fog in the city, and the raindrops sank into the snow. In the middle, it was so quiet and gentle that the final sound of hitting the ground was hidden before the rain disappeared.

If this is a movie, then it must be a one shot to the end.

Osamu Dazai didn't hold an umbrella. He was wearing a worn-out kimono, with his head bowed, and he walked out with a modern black umbrella in his hand. The raindrops immediately committed themselves to his shoulders eagerly, splashing a layer of white mist The fog, the leaves being knocked down by the rain, floated in front of his eyes.

Araki Ryosuke couldn't help looking at his side face in a daze... Osamu Dazai was the best-looking boy he had ever seen.

Then, as if aware of his gaze, Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his head and looked in Ryosuke Araki's direction.His breath was almost stagnant. At this moment, they seemed to look at each other across time and space, which was impossible.

But soon, Osamu Dazai looked away, and when he looked up, Ryosuke Araki heaved a sigh of relief.

At the top of Leibo Street, the sky brightened suddenly, like a bolt of lightning splitting the chaotic night. There were red bloodshot streaks in this lightning, which was weird but made people unable to look away, like a splash of water falling from the sky. The breath of blood and death came from it, as if tens of thousands of souls were moaning in pain, so much so that the surrounding transparent rainwater was dyed scarlet.

"..." Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide.

Then, as if he had made a decision, he suddenly started running, and he rushed in that direction like that, the wooden clogs made a stamping sound when they stepped on the concrete floor.

The wind blew over his cheeks, dripping with rain, which wetted his hair and made it sticky on the sides of his pale cheeks. The corners of the large kimono feathers fluttered because of his movements, and the cuffs fluttered back. Showing his slender wrists, he ran in the rainy night, crossed an alley, and came to a high ground along the ramp after ten minutes.

This is a slightly higher hillside, and the bushes grow around the edge, with a few small red fruits falling down. Osamu Dazai took a breath, then slowed down and walked slowly to the side of the ramp , Then he didn't care about the wet soil at all, sat down, his legs dangling in mid-air.

Ryosuke Araki found that Osamu Dazai is really a very smart person, and this is a very suitable place to watch without anyone noticing him.From Mori Ogai's tone, Osamu Dazai probably only came to Yokohama not long ago, and he is already so familiar with the terrain here.

At this moment, the rain curtain is the opening signal, and the torrential rain is the applause of the ghostly audience at the opening. This seems to be like a theater with the world as the stage, and the huge screen, I am afraid that only one audience, Dazai Osamu, is keeping their eyes on it. looking at.

Ryosuke Araki looked at Osamu Dazai's side face quietly for a while, and suddenly there was an impulse in his heart, he wanted to touch his cheek lightly.

Looking into Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes, a battle has begun. Ryosuke Araki knew that this might be the clue he was looking for, but the only thing he didn't expect was that Dazai Osamu would be killed so early. Already entered this brand new story.

Pay attention, he said to himself, and he turned his attention back to the image down the ramp.

—Closer.

With a sound of bumping, the sword split the rain curtain, and sparks slammed into each other. What kind of picture was that... As the invisible sword and the wind blade collided together, the sky trembled and hummed again. The lightning of this rain illuminated the battle of swords in the dark night so clearly.

Rainwater slid down the weapons of the two heroic spirits, and even the raindrops were cut off.

"Berserker...!" The girl knight king yelled. This is a tough and beautiful face, which makes people feel admirable. "In any case, the victory must belong to me!"

"Since this is the final decisive battle, I bet on the dignity of the king of a country. My name is Artoria Pendragon, and I am the King of Knights of the Kingdom of Great Britain. I challenge you!"

She let out a cry, and slashed the sword in her hand, and the heroic spirit who was shrouded in black mist in front of her did not dodge at all, but stretched out her hand and grabbed the weapon of the King of Knights, she showed a shocked look expression, because in the second of this brief contact, black air scrambled to crawl along her weapon, and her sword squeaked in pain.

Arturia reacted quickly, she quickly drew her weapon away, jumped back, and opened the distance between the two.

Standing behind her was her human Master, a girl who looked inexplicably timid, and there seemed to be nothing outstanding, which was exactly the case. When Artoria fell next to the Master, she immediately pulled out She drew her sword and assumed a defensive posture, staring at her opponent with vigilance in her eyes.

"Where's your master?!" she asked.

He heard Osamu Dazai talking to himself: "Hey, is her opponent irrational? Oh... that girl is her weakness."

Since there is no reason, why is the rhythm of the attack so slow, as if in meditation?

Afterwards, Ryosuke Araki saw himself—if he was right, the self from two years ago was standing there, and everyone was watching his every move, whether it was Artoria standing in front of him or watching him at this moment. Osamu Dazai—the Heroic Spirit called Berserker took off his mask.

He seemed to feel Dazai Osamu's breath stagnation beside him.

The black mist lingering in the heroic spirit dissipated. In the mist of the rain, this was a very young face. Ryosuke Araki felt a strange feeling like overwhelming mountains and seas. He seemed to be looking in a mirror, because that face was so beautiful. Familiar, he has seen it in the reflection countless times - there is no doubt that this is him.

The only difference is that the purple in those eyes is like a smoke that is about to float out. The pure purple is more dazzling than him as a human being. Just looking at it seems to suck the soul of a person.He was not as irrational as he thought, but on the contrary, except for the blood on his face, he was too calm at this moment.

"I am very happy that I actually fought with you when I was sober. Now that you have declared your name, King of Knights. Then, I am—"

Countless sudden winds slapped over like rolling waves, and on the hillside where Osamu Dazai was, one could see the greenery of the remaining trees that were approaching the winter at this moment, and those branches leaned towards one direction as if they were blown down. , Dark green waves rose on the snow, like a huge spinning windmill.

The wind, no, the breath of life.

He announced his name, and the breath of all living things formed a wind of life, and responded to his name so earnestly that his real name was covered up. Artoria, who was opposite him, undoubtedly heard When she heard the name, she was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a complicated expression: "It's you, that's fine."

But Osamu Dazai didn't hear the name, he stood up abruptly, his kimono haori was soiled with mud.

He didn't care about the safe distance anymore, he jumped a few steps, and then landed behind a small house, very close to the two fighting spirits.

Osamu Dazai whispered, "...what?"

He raised his head, and Araki Ryosuke immediately caught a flash of inevitability in his eyes, and he said: "I found it, it's... mine."

Osamu Dazai's keen eyes glanced between Artoria and Berserker. He seemed to understand something, smiled, took out a pistol from his kimono, pulled the safety catch, and pointed at King of Knights Artor The Master behind Liya tilted her head childishly.