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The air seemed to be embarrassingly stagnant for several seconds. At this moment, problems such as the explosion of the ship and the high pressure of the sea water were ignored.

Dazai looked at her silently for nearly a minute, and suddenly smiled brightly and refreshingly: "It doesn't matter if a child likes anyone, but if an adult likes someone... it's asking for trouble. Do you think I Is it like this kind of person who makes trouble for yourself? Besides, Yao-chan, you have just grown up, and it is normal to still have the previous pure views in your mind, I am not surprised by this..."

Shibukawa Yao directly interrupted his eloquent defense, and asked, "Then Mr. Dazai, you just don't like me?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

This time he didn't pause for so long, but began to explain a little too much: "Things can't be seen this way. How can there be so many distinctions in the adult world? We can't use a simple' when looking at a person." Like him' or 'hate him' to make a conclusion - people are very complicated creatures..."

"Then why do you insist on dragging me to die for love?" Shibukawa Yao didn't bother to listen to his nonsense, and cut straight to the point.

Being questioned, Dazai lowered his head aggrievedly, as if pitiful: "I can't let Kunikida-kun or California-kun accompany me to die in love, can I?"

Snapped!

The girl shook the dice in her hand and slammed the cup on the table.

The black-haired young man raised his head, looked at the cup in surprise, and then at the expression on her face: "...It's done?"

Shibukawa Yao opened the cup without saying a word, and found that the 8 dice inside were still in disorder.

It is still one hundred and eight thousand miles away from achieving the "Leopard" achievement.

But her purpose is not here at all, but she told the other party very seriously: "Mr. Dazai, I fulfilled my promise, suppressed my instinct to escape, and played dice with you in this hall that was half flooded by water—" — not to listen to your gibberish."

"If you want me to die with you, you have to tell me the truth."

Dazai was taken aback by her.

The man's expression once again changed a little bit, whether it was good or bad, he was like a child who made a mistake, and his voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

"Before getting the permission of the person concerned, it is very selfish to place one's wishful thinking on others and then be happy or disappointed." He closed his eyes and said softly like an idiot dreaming, "...I thought I had never For that."

"But now you realize that things don't seem quite right, do you?" Shibukawa Yao once again showed a sincere smile on his face, "You are not as selfless as you imagined, because you are also a human being, so naturally you will There is this... 'selfish' behavior of entrusting one's wishes to others without permission."

Osamu Dazai fell silent. He turned his eyes to the outside of the table, staring at the dead people and the entire hall full of water marks.

"I understand." The girl squinted her eyes and smiled, like a kitten whose chin has been scratched. She relaxed a lot, "Thank you very much for your love and help along the way. , Mr. Dazai."

"I thought you would find this a burden," Dazai whispered.

Shibukawa Yao continued to roll the dice again, "I carry a lot of things, just like you. So I don't feel hard... There are many people who like me, and I don't need you!"

"Eh? Who else?" Dazai's eyes widened, it was unbelievable that this guy could still say such a thing with a smile.

Shibukawa Yao said cheerfully: "Most of my friends should like me... Ah, except for minors."

"...Is it the meaning I imagined!"

"Yes."

"So you know everything?"

"They didn't ask me again, why did I say it? If you have to say anything clearly, it will only hurt each other." Shibukawa Yao resignedly rolled the dice again, and there was a sense of tolerance that did not match the age in his speech. "It's okay for young people to like me. Anyway, after a few years, everyone will forget me when they meet someone they really like."

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing: "You really have confidence." After a pause, he asked again, "Do you see me in the same way?"

To be honest, anyone with normal vision would be able to detect his involuntary nervousness at the moment.

The hand holding the cup stopped.

Shibukawa Yo looked up at him, his eyes were as bright as a ray of sunlight hidden inside, "It's different, only Mr. Dazai is different."

"Who made you the first friend I met in this world. Don't you often write compositions for children? The first time I learned to swim, the first time I got No.1 in the exam, the first time I rode a bicycle, the first time I ate two bowls of rice..."

"In everything, only the first time is the most special." She said with a smile, "You are special."

For some reason, she could feel the pain and joy that had been hidden under the thin body of the person in front of her, rolling and boiling like an ocean full of thorns.

Shibukawa Yao suddenly had a strange intuition - she was about to get in touch with the real, core thing.

Sure enough, Osamu Dazai looked at her with forbearance and depression, and jumped to another topic without warning.

"Yao sauce, do you think life is painful occasionally, or is it always like this?"

...Have you watched too many old French movies?

In that movie, the male protagonist, Uncle Killer, tells the rebellious and confused little girl that life will always be painful until death.

But Shibukawa Yao didn't agree with such a point of view, so she answered: "Occasionally."

"And what about joy?"

"It's also an occasional joy."

"How can I live well?"

"It's good to simply live."

"How to make this kind of life judgment?"

"To find and obtain happiness is to simply live."

Osamu Dazai raised his head to look at her, his iris eyes lost all luster, leaving only a large area of ​​desolation and emptiness.

"Suppose... what if you can't find the happiness that belongs to one person?" His voice trembled a little.

Shibukawa Yao replied without thinking: "Then keep looking—never compromise."

After listening to the answer, Dazai let out a sigh of relief, and clapped his palms to conclude.

"Okay, suppose we found 'happiness', but the happiness it brings to people is so little that any demon can destroy it. Should we continue to search for it?"

Shibukawa Yao asked mercilessly: "Are you sure that what you found before is true happiness? Such a fragile thing is not even strong enough to support the end of life, so how can it be called happiness! Does it deserve it! And the very act of assuming that it is 'happiness' is a compromise!"

The black-haired young man seemed to be irritated by the contempt in her tone, and couldn't help retorting loudly: "You said you want to live a simple life!"

"—But I didn't say that I would die at will!"

There was only the sound of each other's slightly heavy breathing between the four eyes facing each other, and they all saw something different from each other's eyes.

The man was silent again for a while before asking one last question:

"What's the point of living like this?"

In the eyes of outsiders, these are boring, metaphysical questions, and there is no need to ask and answer them, but Shibukawa Yao still answered them seriously.

"The meaning of life lies in its own meaninglessness."

——First of all, we need a blank paper, and then we can draw the scenery we want to see.

Osamu Dazai looked at her silently, and there seemed to be something flickering in his kite-colored eyes.The girl also showed him an encouraging smile.

He held out his invisible hand to her.

"——I can't find it." He said in great pain, like a lost child who was about to shed tears at any time, "I can't touch anything...I can't touch anything. I and those things, beautiful, bright Yes, beautiful...all the things worthy of the pursuit of the world seem to be separated by an invisible boundary. I try to get close to it, but it is always difficult to cross it. Even if I am lucky to look over there sometimes, I find that It's just fleeting nothingness."

This man seemed to be silently asking the question over and over in the void: What should I do?Who can help me?How can I free myself?

He is not the kind of guy who will open his heart to anyone. It can even be said that Osamu Dazai hates others prying into his heart.

But at this moment, he subconsciously violated the "principle" he used to conduct himself in the world and protect himself.

"So, Mr. Dazai..." Shibukawa Yao felt his whole body trembling, and there was a feeling of tears filling his eyes, but he insisted on saying it.

"It's not life you really want to end, it's pain," she said. "I feel it."

She grabbed the hand.

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At this moment, Kunikida Doppo, who was sitting on Haiyan's back, was full of worry, while Kali Kiyomitsu, who was beside him, had a blank expression of not caring about the outside world.

"No!" The blond young man saw more and more people on Haiyan's back, but the two people he wanted to see the most were not among them, and immediately slapped his thigh, "I have to talk to that young man."

The young man was referring to Jiang Fan who was fishing. Now he has caught all the people trapped in the cabin, and most of the people who haven't come out will never come out.

However, Kunikida Doppo came to him at this time, and Jiang Fan was immediately embarrassed after listening to the other party's stuttering English description, "Sir, my ability [Wisher Takes the Bait] can only catch those who want to survive. If, as you said, your two companions may not be able to regain their survival intentions until the problem is solved, I really can't do anything about it."

"Besides, in our traditional culture, nine is the extreme number, and the hook I just threw was the eighth." Jiang Fan, a big boy with several pimples on his face, said, "I can only throw the last hook. , I would go into a state of shock if I exceeded the number of swings."

"I know, I don't mean to embarrass you, little brother." Kunikida quickly apologized to him, "I just want to ask you to give my colleagues a little more time, even a minute..."

After all, he bowed deeply to the other party, which made the Chinese high school students who are not used to foreign etiquette quickly turn sideways to avoid: "No way, no way."

In the end, he couldn't hold back Kunikida Doppo, so he sighed, "Just postpone it for one minute!"

The blond young man was very moved: "Thank you!"

Gorky and Tolstoy next to them were sitting beside the petrel's feathers and puffing, obviously not intending to interrupt the conversation of these young people.

Tolstoy stared at the ocean in the distance: "There are not many living people left in the boat, right?"

"Not much more. There are now more than 3000 people on Haiyan. Together with the crew, it is almost three-quarters of the total number of people on this ship."

"How miserable."

"Who says it's not." Gorky added some new tobacco leaves to his pipe, "The Karashov family is in trouble this time."

Tolstoy smoked his cigar indifferently, "I hope they can make it through... It's okay if they can't make it through, anyway, I'm not familiar with their family. The 'Great Emperor' has never liked these oligarchs in our motherland... ..."

boom!

A dull explosion sounded from the deep sea.

The people on Haiyan's back were taken aback, and they all went to the edge of the bird's wings and lowered their heads to check what was going on. They saw that there was an extremely violent undercurrent in the sea at this moment, and the four-story building that was originally floating on the sea was slowing down. Slowly sinking, a huge vortex began to form.

People cried, as if to say a final goodbye to family and friends who did not return.

"Ah." Gorky stopped holding the pipe for a few seconds, "The sea water pressed down to the bottom floor, and they were crushed."

"Without the support of the bottom layer, every floor will start to break into debris layer by layer, until the cruise ship completely sinks below the sea level..." Tolstoy looked at the sea area with great compassion, "Farewell, Sven Tovet."

"I can't wait any longer!" Jiang Fan also saw this point, he swung his hook out suddenly, and fished out the last wave of people - there were only 60 or [-] people on hundreds of hooks, and when more hooks came back, they were all empty of.

Kunikida Doppo stared blankly at the empty hooks, and sat down as if exhausted.He has done his best.

California Qingguang walked up to the blond young man with a black messenger bag in his arms, looked down at the scene without saying a word.

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At this time, in the negative floor of the casino, the sea water was about to flood the gaming tables, which meant that Shibukawa Yao could no longer continue playing dice—the plastic dice would float away on the water.

She uncovered the dark cup one last time and found that only two dice inside had reached 6s, far from the eight 8s required to win.

Osamu Dazai next to him probed his head, seeing this situation, he didn't know whether he was disappointed or happy: "Hey...it's too late..."

"Yeah, I didn't throw it out. I lost." Shibukawa Yao let go of his hand, letting the cup and the dice inside be washed away by the sea.

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai nodded seriously, as if it wasn't the bet he proposed, "After all, it's very difficult. It's really difficult to throw eight 8s."

He repeated one of the key words twice, indicating that this is a very rare thing to happen.

So the girl looked at him very confused, even more confused about the intention behind this behavior.Fortunately, Dazai saw through what she was thinking at a glance.

"...I thought a miracle would happen." He explained with self-deprecation.

"How can there be so many miracles in life?" Shibukawa Yao couldn't help but said with a smile, "Ordinary probability, ordinary ending, very good, suitable for ordinary people like me."

Dazai also laughed, "You... are not ordinary."

At this moment, their entire room began to tremble violently, and at the same time, the two of them also heard the sound of shattering coming from the layers below, which was the final wail of You Zhilun's steel body before he died after being crushed.

"Mr. Dazai, have you decided yet?" Yoshikawa asked him expectantly, "Are you willing to accept the simplest way I said about overcoming pain?"

The black-haired young man stared at her face, and as the strange and terrifying muffled sounds of death got closer, a particularly happy and playful expression appeared on his face.

In his life, he never seemed to be so happy and energetic.

"No, that's not important anymore."

He said, "Yao Jiang, at this moment, I just want to die with you - only this thought, nothing can change."

Shibukawa Yao covered her face with a headache, but it didn't take long before a gentle laughter came from between her fingers.

"Okay, okay, this time I will give up my life to accompany the gentleman." As she said, she stretched out her hand and pressed the other's bandaged hand, feeling that the other's fingers were actually slightly trembling and uneasy, and immediately squeezed harder. Tighten the man's hand.

Seriously, this guy...

The surrounding walls and windows began to crack obviously, as if an invisible big hand was pinching the inside madly, the leaked engine oil filled the water surface, a spark fell on it, and the flames and explosions came in an instant.

"Mr. Dazai." Yoshiki Shibukawa said suddenly.

At this time, Osamu Dazai felt as if he was in a close-range explosion of the scorching sun, but he turned his head and looked over with a little doubt.

The girl blinked: "Let's end the pain at this moment—"

So until the last moment before losing all consciousness, he watched the girl tenderly and happily.Because Shibukawa Yao also looked at him and smiled.

Incomparable light enveloped them.