single row ahead

At some point, the dense cloudy clouds in the sky parted away, revealing a gap, and the setting sun shone like gold with hope slantingly shrouded it.

On the long street, there is a thin figure staggering forward on the wet concrete floor after the rain, in the puddles accumulated on the uneven road surface that cannot be noticed on weekdays , his long shadow swaying behind him.

[tick--]

On the green leaves, strand after strand of streams gather, gather at the tips of the drooping leaves, take shape, and fall.

[tick--]

Then create a sound like this.

melancholy.sad.hysteria.

Like the rainy day that has come to an end, it is unwilling to be forgotten by people like this. Its sound keeps echoing in this world, asking people to remember how unforgettable pain it brought to them.

The white-haired boy stopped in his tracks.

Confused thinking about where he was going.

A mess of memories flashed across his mind, and then an obsession stubbornly struggled out of the mess, yelling hoarsely in his ear.

[Go save Odasaku! ]

Who is Odasaku?

He stood there blankly, and thought for a while before he realized it.

By the way, it's my father.

Lifting the slender soles of the bare feet, stepping on the rough asphalt slabs, and continuing to walk forward, the bloodless skin is pale and fragile, and when it is put together with the dark and hard road, it always makes people feel frightened. In the next second, you will see the illusion of glaring red blood slowly dripping from the sole of your foot.

He was wearing a messy school uniform shirt. In order to make him sleep more comfortably, the first two buttons that bound his neck were undone, and he was wearing suit pants with folds. The empty trouser legs were filled with cool breeze. , trying to take away his body temperature.

The estranged red pupils of glazed color are still a little clear now, but after a while, they will show that kind of bewildered expression again, and the soft white hair dangles in front of the eyes, and the slightly long hair covers some of the vision, and the white hair But the boy didn't have the slightest intention to put his forehead hair aside.

He just walked forward step by step slowly, hesitating and hesitating, but no matter how much time wasted and how many times he stopped, he never turned back and left, deviated from the original direction.

Suddenly a car roared past him, and a gust of wind blew up the broken hair by his ear into the air.

His red pupils narrowed subconsciously, and after a while, he waited for the gust of wind to subside before opening his eyes again, looking at the black car that was gradually going away.

The pair of bare|bare feet that had been moving slowly stopped again hesitantly, the soles of the feet stagnated on the concrete floor, bending into a beautifully curved arched bridge.

"Where am I going?" He murmured to himself with blank eyes.

However, this time, the time did not wait for him to dig out his own will from the muddy and chaotic memory.

The speeding car that was flying away in the dust backed up at a speed that absolutely violated the traffic law, and stopped beside him.

The car window on the right fell slowly, revealing a familiar face.

The iris-colored left eye that was only exposed looked at him, with a complex emotion that was hard to discern, "Get in the car!"

A succinct order with an undeniable force that did not quite match his appearance.

The boy sitting in the driver's seat has a pair of long legs, and his body proportions are extremely coordinated. His slightly curly brown hair sets off his fair cheeks. His melancholy temperament and handsome face make him have everything to attract women at a young age. With the capital, he can be a poet, a writer, a painter, even if he is doing nothing at home, it is more suitable than his current attire.

Shirt, suit jacket, suit pants, and an ankle-length black coat. The glaring bandage covering his right eye made him feel breathless and oppressive.

Especially the pair of faintly anxious eyes, so dark that it seems that through those eyes one can see the countless blood and violence that piled up Osamu Dazai.

However, the white-haired boy was not afraid at all, his thoughts were interrupted, his brain was uncomfortably full and he still couldn't remember why he came here, and a trace of boredom rose in his heart.

Just obeying his will, he raised his hand to get rid of the things that made him feel uncomfortable.

However, the moment he raised his hand, the experienced mafia sensed the sharp and deep killing intent of the young man in front of him who didn't know how to restrain himself.

Osamu Dazai released his bandaged hand from the steering wheel, and he moved swiftly, firmly grasping the white-haired boy's wrist in just a split second, and activated his own supernatural ability before the boy, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

A child who has lost all memory and grew up in a carefree and normal environment, under the protection of Oda Sakunosuke, has not experienced the darkness that hides like moss in the corner of the city and grows wantonly , nor had he fought to the death in the rainforest of bullets with blood on his hands, not even a single life was stained on his hands, and he never carried a trace of sin on his shoulders.

How could such an ordinary child have such a viscous and vicious murderous intent like mud, and how could he suddenly become murderous, regard human life as dust, and take away a person's qualifications to live in this world as usual? .

Will he still be the orphan named Yuki who was adopted by Oda Sakunosuke?

Even though he is not good at gymnastics, Osamu Dazai's physical fitness is still several times higher than that of the white-haired boy who doesn't like sports. After using his supernatural ability to firmly restrain the young man who showed a restless and frightened expression, Osamu Dazai's hand With a little force on his chest, he pulled the thin boy closer. He carefully observed the face of the white-haired boy, and found no camouflage. There is no difference in the unique face.

In fact, however, this is the biggest doubt.

It had been two years since he last saw this boy.

Two years is not long but it is far from being short. Even if it is a day or two, a person will never be exactly the same as the day before, let alone two years.

Whether it's eyebrows, skin, or hair, they all aligned closely with the face in Osamu Dazai's memory, as if time had stood still on him.

Just thinking about it can send shivers down the spine.

Who can escape time?

Except for the dead, there is only God.

At least until now, Osamu Dazai has never heard of a person with supernatural powers that can manipulate time.

His iris-colored eyes became deeper and deeper, and the strength in his hands gradually increased.

The eyes of the young man who seldom endured pain became more and more cold and fierce, and his hands were constantly struggling, trying to break free from the firm and firm palms that were like shackles made of refined iron to him.

"Let go! Get out!" A voice full of hostility seemed to roll out from the suppressed throat.

If someone who knew him well were here, they might be able to recognize that the young man in front of him was closer to Accelerator with sharp spikes all over his body like a hedgehog than Xue, who had a docile personality like a house rabbit.

"I'm going to take you to Odasaku now."

Dazai Osamu suddenly popped out these words without thinking.

He looked at the white-haired boy, not daring to let go of the strength in his hands, and asked tentatively, "Didn't you come here to find him?"

However, unexpectedly, the young man who was full of killing intent before seemed to be stabbed by these words suddenly, his expression was empty, and the red eyes that were originally occupied by maliciousness and became a little dark returned to transparent and clear The vigilance all over his body was put away like smoothed hair.

"Odasaku...?" He gradually recalled the reason why he appeared on the street at dusk. He looked at the strange man with a youthful face in front of him, and remembered what he said just now. Showing some shame, he smiled at Osamu Dazai.

At this time, he looked like the soft and introverted orphan Yuki who was carefully raised by Oda Sakunosuke.

"Then I'll trouble you," he said politely.

Osamu Dazai also smiled, "You're welcome."

No matter how restrained the young man in front of him is, the sharp nerves in his brain are still constantly warning him of danger.

He warned him not to let his guard down just because the wolf is wearing sheep's clothing.

Osamu Dazai slowly let go of his hand, and with the excitement and expectation of wanton probing on the front line of life and death, he said politely to this monster in human skin, "Get in the car."

He opened the door, stepped on the black car with his bare feet without hesitation, and sat in the back seat.

Osamu Dazai knew in his heart that if he passed alone, he might be able to save Oda Sakunosuke's body, but he could not restore his dead will. If there is anyone who can rekindle Oda Sakunosuke's desire to live, It is absolutely impossible for them to be Ango Sakata and Osamu Dazai who can live well without Oda Sakunosuke, but orphans who are extremely dependent on Oda Sakunosuke.

Now that the other five children are dead, the only person who can save Oda Sakunosuke is Yuki who is sitting in the back seat of his car.

Osamu Dazai glanced at 'Snow' who seemed to be in a daze through the rearview mirror.

Although I still don't know what kind of monster is in the core of this 'Snow', but if Odasaku can be saved, it's okay to deal with him later.

Osamu Dazai habitually raised his thumb holding the steering wheel and knocked it a few times, then stepped on the accelerator calmly, and rushed straight to Mimic's stronghold.

After driving the car to a disgusting green forest, Osamu Dazai stepped on the brakes, got out of the car without any delay, and opened the rear door, trying to pull the young man from the back seat as well.

However, before his hand touched the pale and thin skin, 'Xue' shouted sharply, "Don't touch me!"

His brows and eyes were full of impatience again, and his words were quite mean, "Your abilities will only slow me down, I don't even understand this, you are still sucking Is it a baby? Scumbag!"

He ignored Dazai Osamu's outstretched hand, and got out of the car on his own. The same face at this time made people feel no beauty of the sexes at all. In Dazai Osamu's eyes, this face Now there is only one appearance——

On the left cheek there is a 'gang' carved, and on the right cheek there is an 'egg'.

Osamu Dazai froze, slowly withdrew his hand, frowned, and turned his back to Xue, "Wouldn't it be nice to just live in peace like this without knowing anything? Why do you have to behave like this?" Obvious? The unknown gentleman."

He turned around, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Although I'm not a genius, as long as you look like this, anyone with eyes can see that something is wrong."

"Hey, who the hell are you? Is it fun to take over Oda's identity as an adopted orphan?"

Accelerator glanced at him lightly with bloody red eyes, and the tight corners of his lips showed the anxiety in his heart. He made no secret of his true character, but he didn't want to play with Dazai Osamu at this time. The question-and-answer game hasn't gotten rid of him until now, just because he doesn't know the way.

So he simply and rudely wrapped himself in a layer of compressed air to ensure that the man with troubled abilities could not touch him, and then grabbed his forearm fiercely just like the man before was pulling his wrist , didn’t even have a warning, just flew up——

Use tornado.

In the hurricane that was sharper than a blade, Osamu Dazai, who had completely lost his equipment, looked at his expensive black coat and white bandages for body protection being thrown away in despair, but he couldn't even open his mouth to protest.

"Xia Sanchao, which direction is Oda Sakunosuke now..." One of the passers-by stopped abruptly in the middle of the speech, and slowly pulled out a strange-colored building that stood out among the lush and vibrant green. Chill smile.

"You guys seem to be useless."

Osamu Dazai, who was floating in the wind like a carp banner at a height of [-] meters, felt a sense of ominous premonition.

Accelerator let go of his hand without hesitation.

At that moment, Osamu Dazai's heart rate was unbalanced, adrenal hormones were secreted rapidly, blood flow accelerated, and breathing accelerated. There seemed to be colorful rays of light appearing in front of his eyes, and wonderful music sounded, and a group of angels with wings flew around. .

He closed his iris-colored eyes blissfully, with a bewildered smile on his face.

Mom, he seemed to see the stars in heaven.

But in fact it doesn't.

Although he hated the man whose ability completely restrained him, but because he also wanted to help Odasaku, Accelerator spared his life and used the wind to buffer him before he landed .

Lying on the muddy ground that had just rained, Osamu Dazai stared blankly at the layers of vigorously growing branches above his head, moved his arm a little, felt the sticky touch, and immediately dispelled it idea.

Just lie there until the soil dries.

Although he really wanted to do this, but the thought only appeared for a moment, even though he hated the slimy touch like slug on his body, Osamu Dazai forced himself to stand up.

That kind of monster can't make him feel relieved to hand over Odasaku to him.

Osamu Dazai has undoubtedly determined that the boy with the power to create a hurricane in the blink of an eye is definitely not the introverted and sensible nerd that Odasaku said.

Even at present, he didn't show any malice towards Odasaku, on the contrary, he faintly showed a lot of concern, and Osamu Dazai still had doubts in his heart.

After all, that was the only friend he had left, after Ango Sakata betrayed the Port Mafia.

Fortunately, he was not injured, and after Osamu Dazai recognized the direction in the gradually darkened jungle, he headed towards the original destination without further delay.

It seemed that the place where he landed was not far from Mimic's stronghold. Resisting the wet mud on his body, Osamu Dazai groped forward for about 5 minutes, and saw the tall abandoned villa occupied by Mimic in the distance.

The first thing that entered was a dazzling bright red blood flower, and the two gray corpses that had lost all vitality.

Osamu Dazai's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the blood that had begun to coagulate and dry up, he guessed when Oda Saku found this place.

Judging from this sign, Odasaku should have been fighting Gide for a while.

He gritted his teeth and strode forward. The soil on his body fell down in clumps due to the loss of water, and when it fell on the ground, it scattered into smaller clods and powder like raindrops. The white bandage wrapped around his hand left deep and shallow gray marks.

Swinging open the tattered and half-covered door that had been shot, seeing blood splashed and stiff corpses all over the ground, Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and walked more and more hastily, and finally couldn't help but strode forward and ran.

The ground is full of bullet craters and knife scars, and the dirty and dirty dried blood is flowing all over the ground. Dead bodies that have lost their breath are lying here and there in the empty building.

This road was a common sight, but for some reason, Osamu Dazai couldn't help breathing fast, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.

Osamu Dazai suddenly pushed open the last door.

The golden glow of hope gradually came to an end, only the scarlet afterglow like dirty blood was full of malice and triumphantly swaggering in this hellish building.

Osamu Dazai saw the white-haired boy who threw him mercilessly from the sky with his back facing him, knelt down on his knees, and tightly hugged the upper body of a corpse in his arms. The face of the man in the middle, the slightly hunched back seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his appearance looked no different from any corpse in this villa——

Dead silence, indifference, lifeless.

Osamu Dazai suddenly didn't dare to go forward.

His legs and feet were as stiff as wood, and the exhaustion from rushing desperately in the jungle seemed to flood his body at this moment, making him not want to take another step.

However, he still forced himself, ignoring the louder voice of dissuasion in his heart, and stepped forward step by step.

It seems that there is no need to look any further.

Even Osamu Dazai himself couldn't understand in retrospect how he could so calmly and easily accept the fact that 'Oda Sakunosuke died' at that time.

He just looked at his friend's ashen face and the eyes that had never been closed as if he had any regrets, squatted down, reached out his hand to caress Oda Sakunosuke's face in a half-kneeling posture, and gently closed his eyes.

"...Ugh..."

The mournful and desperate whimpers were so clear and loud in this empty and silent building.

For a moment, Osamu Dazai thought it was his own voice.

However, he woke up in the next second.

That was the sound of weeping blood from the evil spirits imprisoned at the bottom of hell.

There was a rustling wind.

The first thing to be brushed was the corner of the white shirt.

The wind blowing on the ground, reluctantly lingering on the pure white fabric soaked in blood.

Osamu Dazai felt the cold 'wind' brushing against his neck, and couldn't help shivering.

Then, as if trembling uncontrollably in the face of this sorrow, the floor-to-ceiling windows flowing with colored halos trembled, making a dangerous thumping sound.

The final sound of the horn was a long wail from the evil ghost. The hoarse voice soaked in despair echoed for a long time in the empty hell, causing the black wind to respond.

Osamu Dazai thought in a trance that he was in the age of mythology.

This is the twilight of the gods—

The black hurricane soared up like a giant dragon, broke through the roof of the villa that bound it in the narrow place, roared and churned beside the sea of ​​blood-like sky clouds, venting furiously that almost tore him in half pain.

The body that had drained Oda Sakunosuke's life a little bit was also torn to pieces by him as if venting.

The ground is full of gravel, the sky is full of dust, the pieces of meat are like snow, and the dripping blood is like rain.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the writhing and howling black dragon, his heart seemed to be infected with the uncontrollable grief, his eyes were sore, and warm liquid slowly flowed down his cheeks, and then gradually dried without a trace .

He looked at the black hurricane that had smashed the entire villa into ruins, but could not hurt him alone, pursed his lips, and towards the center of the storm, the whining white-haired boy stretched out his hands and gently held raised his face.

All the myths ended when he touched the evil spirit.

Osamu Dazai gently wiped away the tears that covered the cheeks of the white-haired boy, quietly looked at the crimson eyes with kite-colored eyes, and suddenly gave him a hug.

So tight that even the heartbeats of both parties can be clearly felt.

Bang bang, bang bang—

The same broken, the same cold, the same sunset.

The last glow in the sky dies.

The sun has set.

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