Yokohama First Reconstruction Division

Nasu Shiraki has a habit of keeping a clear distinction between his life and work.

Because the focus is not on making money, he has not gone out to take orders and start work for a while.But this Hong Kong black person who called, violated his taboo - crossed his work mailbox, found out his real identity, and also called his personal mobile phone.

On the other end of the phone, the lingering sound of "Hong Kong black people send their greetings to you" echoed.

Bai Mu directly sent Sanlian: "No, shut up, I don't want to."

Hang up and pull black, all in one go.

Kajii on the other side wailed: "Boss is coming back tomorrow morning, he will definitely skin me alive, and then hang it on the ruins of Gang Hei—ah!"

He held his head nervously, and asked the sky in pain: "Why! I obviously used the most amiable voice and the most sincere attitude, why did Nasu-kun still hang up on me!?"

The grassroots brother next to him enthusiastically reminded: "Maybe it's your voice... it sounds less serious?"

An angry Kajii threw a bunch of lemons at the younger brother.

The innocent grassroots boy was trembling with a lemon in his hand.

Kajii, who had no idea what the problem was, thought for a while, then nodded seriously, "I must come to apologize, show full sincerity to Nasu-kun, and personally welcome Nasu-kun to the site of the ruins, if he is still unwilling... Why would Nasu-kun not want to?"

Kajii showed a bright smile, "Because what I'm about to bring to him is the cutest entrance ceremony in the world~ Let's find out where the lovely Nasu-kun lives~"

At sunset in Yokohama, the setting sun above the bay is burning like a raging fire. On this orange-red sea, it is so magnificent that it takes your breath away.

At this time, all members of the Armed Detective Agency are enjoying the hard-won peace on the cruise ship.

But Osamu Dazai did not attend this lively feast.

Atsushi found Dazai on the empty deck with a glass of cold champagne in hand.

In a place like a luxury cruise ship dinner that requires formal attire, Dazai rarely wore a black suit and a discounted purple striped tie. He stood on the edge of the cruise ship looking at the sunset, his figure was slender and thin.

Layers of bandages can still be seen from the buttoned cuffs, and the fluffy brown hair is slightly curled, but it can be seen that it has been well groomed.

Atsushi Nakajima watched him from a distance.

On weekdays, he was used to Mr. Dazai's appearance of not standing or sitting, crookedly huddled in the long windbreaker, and seeing such a different Dazai Osamu unpreparedly, Atsushi was momentarily surprised.

Mr. Dazai today feels completely different from usual.

Under this magnificent sunset, his figure stood at the intersection line between the sea water and the ship deck.In the past, the trace of human smoke and fire that had been contaminated on his body seemed to be blown away by today's sea breeze.

But at this moment, Atsushi can be sure for no reason that Dazai, who is standing here at this moment, will not jump off the boat.

No one doubts that Osamu Dazai is someone who is hated by both his current partner and his former partner at the same time.

But he has always been a difficult person to see through, and this cannot be refuted.

Dazai's side face looking at the sea at this time was rarely smiling. Atsushi just took a look and knew that Mr. Dazai standing beside him at this time was very far away.

So Don stopped talking.

His respect for Mr. Dazai is no less than that of Akutagawa.Since he can't understand Mr. Dazai's inner world, let's not bother.

It was Osamu Dazai who broke the silence first. He sensed Atsushi's considerate silence and took the initiative to chat with Atsushi about the operation.Dazai listened to Atsushi's report unhurriedly, and played with the matchbox with "barlupin" printed in his hand, his expression became warm.

"They're 'struggling' people...just like us."

Before Atsushi had time to ask who this "we" refers to, Dazai had already put away the slightly worn matchbox.

He picked up a glass of champagne and turned to Dun, "for the wild dogs".

Maybe it's because the magnificence of the burning sunset is so moving, or maybe it's because the glass of champagne that you drink makes you embolden.

Perhaps it was because on the deck with a wide view, the white cemetery where friends were buried could already be seen.

The white stone monument and the pure white flowers bloom like a sea on the green grass, making Dazai's expression gentle at this time unlike before.

Dun asked a question that had been on his mind for a long time.

"Mr. Dazai, in the cemetery by the sea, you once told me that your friend gave you the opportunity to leave the Mafia and join the Armed Detective Agency."

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, the smile on his face was very faint, not as exaggerated as before, but a little more real.

Dun summoned up his courage and continued, "I think the friend who can change the course of Mr. Dazai's life must be a very unusual person...can you tell me about him?"

Dazai holding the wine glass didn't change his expression, Atsushi couldn't guess his thoughts.

Just past the hour, the melodious bells of the church by the sea sounded, and the lingering sound echoed in the open sea.

When the bell rang, Dazai already knew where the cruise ship was going. He didn't agree to Atsushi's request, but turned around and leaned on the railing, and saw the cemetery on the shore where Sakunosuke Oda was buried.

Back then, it was he who failed to understand Mori Ogai's dark hands behind the scenes of the mimic incident earlier. The price of his mistakes was to watch his friend die in his arms.

The past cannot be changed, even the five children cherished by Oda Saku, he failed to keep even one of them.

... If only one of the five children can survive, he still has a chance to make amends and take care of their future for Oda.

But no if.

In the end chess is short of a move.

He even envied Atsushi Nakajima a little bit.Dun now donates part of his salary every month to the orphanage that took him in. At least Dun has a way to make up for his regrets, so he won't feel confused about life like him.

The bell of the white church swayed, forming a pure white line with the flowers in the cemetery. Under the hot sun, every bell touched the heartstrings.

"Ah, has the boat arrived here?"

Osamu Dazai didn't want to continue the topic just now, and changed the direction of the conversation hard in a second: "The sea at sunset is really beautiful! In order to die smoothly under such beautiful scenery, I will also work hard to recruit someone to die for love~"

Dun looked at the people next to him, knowing that he was still unwilling to speak, sighed helplessly, and looked at the distant shore together.

The tomb of Mr. Dazai's friend is an unforgettable sight.Not only can the cemetery overlook the bay in the distance, it is next to the pure white church, and it also enjoys a single family on a slope, backed by a big tree for shade from the rain and sun.

Even from the cruise ship, you can see the tree in the cemetery and the tombstone standing alone under the tree.

It's just that Dun didn't know if he was dazzled, there seems to be a person over the tombstone?

Soon from Mr. Dazai's slightly surprised reaction, Atsushi confirmed that there was really someone there.

"Who will come here?" Dazai put away his casual smile, "Could it be that guy Ango? When he chose me to board the boat, he specially went to pay homage... No, it wasn't him, he wouldn't hide from me to this extent .”

Oda Tsukuru, who was unwilling to kill anyone during his lifetime, had few vendettas, and few people knew where he was buried after death.Dazai quickly thought about all the possible candidates to come here, but he was still very clueless, a question mark floated slowly above his head.

At dusk, a student named Nasu Shiraki would pass by this cemetery on his way home from the medical department.

He didn't like this route very much.

In the past, when he passed the cemetery, he would walk with the wind on his feet and keep his eyes straight, but today he temporarily changed his habit.

This is already the 999th time he has passed by this cemetery. After passing through the main entrance in a while, this record will become 1000 times.

Four digits can kill and be unbearable.

So he turned his feet and walked into the cemetery from the main entrance for the first time.

This is a green and quiet place hidden in the noisy port. It can be described as picturesque.

Bai Mu came to the single cemetery beside the tree on the hillside, and the name on the tombstone was eye-catching and dazzling.

"...Hi." Shiraki stood in front of Oda Tsukuru's tomb, with a cold expression on his face, "I sometimes wonder, is it because few people in this world remember you anymore except me?"

Bai Mu squatted down: "Your name is written on the monument, it's really annoying to see."

Tombstone would not respond to him.

Nasu Shiraki lowered his head and looked at his well-proportioned left hand, only the little finger had a black fingertip.The sun was too bright, so he carefully pulled the finger cots out of the light.

Bai Mu's eyes stopped on the tombstone again, and he knew very well what was the root cause of his unhappiness every time he passed this cemetery.

There is no surveillance in the cemetery, and there is no one around.

There was only a cruise ship on the orange sea in the distance...but the probability that he would be seen by the people on the ship was so low that it was almost negligible.

Great, everything works perfectly.

"If it would make me happier...you wouldn't blame me."

In the gentle sea breeze, Bai Mu tilted his head slightly, and confirmed innocently: "It shouldn't be my fault... right?"

Atsushi Nakajima ran back to the deck on the cruise ship, "Mr. Dazai! This is the telescope I borrowed."

This is not a high-precision professional telescope, but a common style for tourists, but it is better than nothing at this time.

Dazai thanked him casually, took the binoculars and looked at the graveyard on the shore.

The zoomed-in vision became a little clearer, and he saw that there was indeed a person beside the tombstone under the tree of Oda Tsukuru.

But the distance is too far, the appearance cannot be distinguished.

Dazai was wondering who this person is, and why did he know Oda Sakunosuke?After observing for a while, he didn't seem to have any special movements.

... Is it really just a passerby who happened to pass by and chose to rest under the tree to enjoy the shade?

While Dazai was thinking, the "passer-by" who was squatting by the tomb stood up.

Then he kicked at Odasaku's tombstone.

The tombstone is broken.

He boldly patted the soil on his trouser legs, and walked away gracefully.

Dazai Osamu who witnessed everything on the cruise ship: "..."

The binoculars covered Dazai's eyes, but Atsushi saw Dazai's face in horror...

slow, slow, exposed, out, out, slightly, smile

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