Cat King rules daily life in Yokohama

(My head is so heavy, where the hell am I...)

In a trance, as if the consciousness that had fallen into the deep sea was pulled by an inexplicable external force, it rose and fell with the trend, tossed and floated through the diaphragm created by the dream, and floated to a relatively airtight space.

As a result, the attached tiredness disappeared, making the muddy mind clearer by two points.

Tree opened his eyes.

But this time his sobriety is very different from the past. Although he can see the outside world, he seems to be in a box, spying on the outside world through two windows.

(...Are you dreaming?)

(This feeling is really too strange, right?)

Still not clear about the situation, he could only observe quietly, trying to dig out the truth of the anomaly.From his perspective, he could clearly see that he seemed to be in a hotel room, with a hanger of a familiar black coat hanging in front of him, and an emerald that brought him countless ominous omens.

- is "switch".

(Could it be that because of being too obsessed with it, I saw it in my dream?)

It has to be said that this scene is exactly the same as the dream he had before, and he basically knows what will happen afterwards.

It was like a rehearsal of walking into another branch line, he crushed the "switch" with his bare hands, and finally got the opportunity to be liberated, so he happily escaped from the supervision of the port mafia and lived the free life he had longed for Never mind how Zhongyuan Zhong, who is responsible for guarding the emeralds, will explain to the leader and what punishment he will receive.

Just do this.

Someone vaguely whispered in his ear: As long as you are happy, you don't have to deal with any evil mafia, because everyone is just using you, and there is no need to be nostalgic.

(Is that what I really think? I think I don’t have to worry about the life and death of Senior Chuya, live up to his trust, and get the so-called new life on my own...?)

(Just kidding. I wouldn’t be selfish to that extent at all, otherwise, why would I be talking about capital based on the world?!)

When he couldn't help doubting himself, the scene in front of him alternated with the scene that was almost implanted in his brain, as if telling him that this was just a false illusion, just a reflection of the desire in his heart, and it was no big deal at all.

But probably because he was unwilling to accept such a scene, the fingers that were holding the gem trembled, and pressed its sharpest edge deeply into the palm of his hand, causing a sharp pain in an instant, making his senses more solidified. .

(Not... a dream, is it real?)

Although he didn't know what happened, his brain was always bright enough to catch a flash of speculation and turn it into a breakthrough to reverse the situation.He has always been an activist, even if it is only an illusion, he must stick to his heart and will not let any tragedy that may happen.

——In any case, it is absolutely impossible for him to drag Senior Chuya down.

"It's clearly a mafia that uses 'me' without authorization, so what is there to miss?"

The body that noticed his resistance suddenly opened his mouth, like another personality, using his voice to speak a declaration full of resentment, as if revealing his true thoughts, and continued to whisper to himself: "Leave them, 'I' can be free, live a life without constraints, and no longer have to obey anyone. This is the future that 'I' has always wanted."

If I base my happiness on the suffering of important people and use despicable means to live on, I would rather not have that kind of future.

As if talking to his past self, Juli resisted the constant force in his palm, while calmly expressing the conclusion he had reached after thinking for a long time.

Perhaps at the beginning, when I was brought back to the organization by Osamu Dazai, I really thought that I was just a pawn again, letting the superiors in charge of life and death manipulate at will, and had to choose to surrender in order to survive.

But it turns out that it was just my one-sided feeling, and it was a judgment that I didn't understand the truth.

Here, my heart and will are free.Because they are not the prisons that bind me, but the harbors that give homeless people a warm dock, and they are the existence that I can call family.so--

"So you're going to choose to work for them?"

The illusionist who manipulated his body had a cold tone, as if extremely disappointed, and could not help but sneer, "Choose—to be a beast who was born and died for the port mafia? No dignity, no self-assertion , have no direction to move forward, serve the evil party who have transformed themselves and inflicted countless sufferings, and create more tragedies?"

Those persuasive questions are wrapped in sharp barbs, once pierced into the flesh and blood, it will cause heart-pounding pain, and if pulled out, you will suffer double the pain, making the affected area bleed more and more. To leave scars that cannot be healed.

Following the almost raving sound, the hand holding the emerald was exerted again, the soft flesh of the fingertips almost completely sank into the hard texture, and ugly cracks were formed in it.

Unfortunately, he was still unable to go any further.

Just like he once refused his temptation, unwilling to agree to let him possess him, so as to make his life easier, this stubborn guy is once again resisting his thinking and control with tenacious perseverance.

"What is good and evil, good and evil, is just an insignificant standard for judgment by the world's population."

The voice that only he could hear, suddenly came out clearly word by word from the body he possessed. At the same time, he really felt the fingers holding the "switch" move outward one by one. Open, gradually revealing the intact gemstones in the air.

He even felt the trembling in his chest as if he was laughing.

"Actually, I can understand what the leader thinks..."

Gradually regaining control of his body, the feline supported the wall with one hand, eased the heaviness in his mind that was lingering, and continued to sigh softly: "In order to protect more people, more beautiful things , there must be a role to bear the blood and sin, we just took up that disgraceful responsibility..."

"Besides, I already regard the organization as my own home, so what's the point of contributing to it and being a beast running around?"

Really, hopeless.

The moment the last syllable fell, the illusionist's consciousness occupying the container's mind was completely dispelled, and there was no trace to be found. Only the tree was left standing in place, and the "switch" that was finally preserved intact was inserted back into the black in front of him. In the pocket of his coat, he leaned against the wall in a daze and stared blankly.

At the same time, the top floor of the port mafia headquarters, the chief's office.

Osamu Dazai pressed the end button of the phone's recording, tilted his head and looked at Mori Ogai, who was listening to the live broadcast with him, as if observing his expression, and immediately said in a casual tone: "Mr. What do you think about the outcome of this bet?"

"You just want to hear me acknowledge your victory, Dazai."

The black-haired leader also turned his head, revealing a pair of long and narrow eyes that could not distinguish between emotions and anger. He allowed his eyes to collide with his disciple's in mid-air, causing tiny sparks that were invisible to the naked eye. In the end, he was the first to look away.

"Then let me congratulate you on your victory and get the result you want."

"You know that's not what I want to hear."

The black-haired boy who got cheap and behaved well spread out his hands, and deliberately blinked his one-sided iris eyes. He looked like a child begging for candy, and reminded with a smile: "What reward did you promise me? When can it be fulfilled? Well, I think it's good now, what do you think?"

"——————"

Although such a harmless line, the atmosphere between the two parties suddenly became tense, as if someone pointed scissors at the bomb that entered the countdown. Bombing the red and blue lines of fire, if the choice is wrong, it will instantly make it, along with the surrounding people. Things blew up together.

Mori Ogai habitually picked up the slender scalpel, dexterously rotated it twice between his five fingers, then threw it out suddenly, plunged into the dart board not far away with a bang, and shook it a few times. Down.

"Can I really trust you?" He seemed to have made up his mind about this long ago, and stated this while picking up a new scalpel.

Hearing this, Dazai Osamu did not show any surprise, and responded calmly: "Haven't I already offered my loyalty to you, Mr. Mori. You know very well that if the 'switch' is damaged, you can control the small switch." Of the cats, it's just me and that self-righteous illusionist—this is definitely not the result you want to see."

"So, shouldn't I, who protects your highest interests, be more trustworthy than him?"

The appearance of freely analyzing the interests and interests is the part that the man as the leader admires the most, but also the most dreaded part, because he is too smart to be qualified to sit in front of the chessboard, which means that his position is easily threatened , there is a crisis of being replaced at any time.

Just as he murdered his ancestors and usurped the throne to reach the pinnacle of organizational power, he always believed that as long as he gave his disciples an opportunity, Feng Shui would turn around and put himself in a similar situation.

——The coexistence of benefits and risks refers to this situation.

Obviously, the other party noticed this concern, and because some things (or people) changed his lazy attitude, he took the initiative to fight for the future he wanted.

For the former Osamu Dazai, it was probably a completely incomprehensible emotion.

After all, people who are determined to die, even their desires are thin and indifferent. How could they think about adding weight to their lives to prolong the time of wandering in the world?But now, what he cares about is completely the opposite. Sometimes even he himself feels very surprised, not to mention looking at it from the perspective of an outsider, it is even more difficult to understand the change.

Thinking of this, the smile on his lips could not help but bring a bit of truth, as if he had broken through the fog that had shrouded his body all year round, revealing a little of the deep inside, and he persuaded again: "What you care about is the interests of the organization. , is Ann of the entire city of Yokohama. Seriously, I am not as great as you, I care very little, everything is a treasure."

"So, isn't it the strongest guarantee to keep the things I love? As long as they exist for a day, you will always have a way to hold me back."

"—with such a weakness, what worry do you have?"

The author has something to say: _(:3∠)_ I am in a hurry to double update, I haven’t had time to finish the dialogue between Dazai and Mr. Mori, anyway, let’s stay at the part of comparison, and disassemble qaq in the next chapter

感谢在2019-12-0619:28:31~2019-12-0700:01:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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