Yokohama First Reconstruction Division

The fire ball rose from the ground, like a ferocious fire beast, tearing apart all the peace and order in the old residential area.

"Mr. Dazai! Kajii actually used civilians as hostages, it's really despicable!"

Atsushi's anxious voice sounded in the headset, and it took Osamu Dazai two seconds to return to the present reality.His inconspicuous distraction did not arouse Dun's suspicion.

Dazai's fingers were colder than usual, but his voice was as relaxed as ever, "It's really tricky, then Dun-kun... it's up to you."

Dun, who had grown up several times in the armed detective agency, quickly calmed down, "Leave it to me."

Kajii is carrying Shiraki, and the forward route is Hong Kong and Hei.

It's just that he hadn't walked a few steps from the arson scene when he was stopped by Dun who fell from the sky.

"Extraordinary power—moon beast!" Dun's hands and feet transformed into furry snow-white tiger claws, "Let go of the hostages!"

Kajii casually threw a bunch of lemons, and Atsushi quickly dodged the first face-to-face confrontation.

The bombs fell on the street and blew up a big crater, the innocent underground water pipe was blown, and the gushing water began to flood the street.

The lemons flying around obviously brought a lot of obstacles to Dun who was fighting close to him, and Dun was forced to temporarily distance himself from him.

The combat effect of the lemon bomb in front of him is devastating and indiscriminate, which fits Kajii's aesthetics of violence and makes Kajii very happy.

At this time, Dazai finally put away his phone and walked out.

He didn't make a move, just stood aside and watched leisurely.Rather than coming to support a fight, it's more like visiting and eating melons.

Kajii, a demolitionist, has a level of overall combat power inferior to Hong Kong's Ryunosuke Akutagawa. Now he is facing Atsushi Nakajima, who has a [-]-[-] tie with Akutagawa. His route from the beginning was not Fight recklessly, but retreat.

It's just that no matter which direction he wants to retreat from, Dun will immediately notice it and scratch it with his paw.Even if he used lemons to clear the way and temporarily pushed back the pursuing Renhu, the Dazai who was watching the theater over there would change his direction intentionally or unconsciously, and stand on every retreat route of Kajii.

Just a one-second delay in redoing the plan will make the white tiger under the moon counterattack again.

Kajii was a little tired from the fight, but he wasn't desperate.

He was even very excited, because everything had been planned so far.

Then he only needs to do one more thing, and he can withdraw.

The flames reflected on the water surface of the street, as if the sky and the ground were on fire. The chaos in this old residential area further expanded, and Atsushi's death was approaching, finally "forced" Kajii to make a choice.

Kajii's defiant defense finally showed its flaws.

Atsushi immediately seized this opportunity to attack, and when the tiger claw was only a few centimeters away from Kajii's body, Kajii finally responded.

He threw the hostage on his shoulders towards Dun.

At such a close distance, even if Dun retracted his claws immediately, it was too late. The pajamas on Shiraki's back were torn by his claws. "civilian hostages".

Kajii took this opportunity to throw lemons, regardless of whether the hostage and Atsushi were still together, he would mercilessly kill him in one pot, and he took the opportunity to turn around and escape.

Dazai's expression moved slightly.

Kajii Keijiro actually really wanted to kill that person.

Kajii Keijiro is a person wanted by the military and police. He usually doesn't run outside ostentatiously. He came out of Hong Kong alone. He must have a task that must be completed.

In the interrogation room, Kajii never explained about the people he saw in the cemetery.

Dazai made a precise judgment—the person who Kajii refused to reveal his identity and kicked Oda into pieces as a tombstone must be directly related to his mission, so he was willing to keep his mouth shut to protect it.

Instead of wasting time prying Kajii's mouth open, it's better to let him out.

If Kajii chooses to continue to complete the tasks on him, then the person he was looking for at the first time can follow the vine and follow the vine.

It's just... the person Kajii Eshi-kun came to find in such a hurry after escaping from the prison was actually the person he would abandon without hesitation when his life was threatened?

This completely contradicts Dazai's initial judgment.

Dun hugged Bai Mu in his arms and hurriedly dodged, but in the end he still couldn't completely avoid the close-range attack. He protected the person in his arms, and took a lemon with his back that instantly turned into a tiger.

After a series of huge explosions, Atsushi finally fell from the air to the ground. He curled up in pain, but still held the "weak civilian" Nasu Shiraki in his arms.

The nearby streets were damaged, and the yard where Shiraki lived was also bombed. This time, it was completely destroyed and burned into a sea of ​​flames.

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, Kajii finally found the opportunity, and immediately retreated without looking back.

But his way was blocked.

Osamu Dazai intervenes at the most important moment, moving so fast that it's almost impossible to see.Before Kajii could escape, Dazai bent his long legs and kicked Kajii in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Looking at the unconscious Kajii on the ground, Osamu Dazai knew that his plan had gone wrong.

Following Kajii's clue, he didn't find the answer he wanted.

Dun scratched the tape on Shiraki's hand with his claws, and his voice was a little flustered: "You... are you okay?"

Dunxin supported the arm of the "weak hostage" and knelt with him on the street. From this angle, Osamu Dazai couldn't see his face, only the back and waist of the boy who were exposed... so white in the night shine.

... Judging from this posture and the scene, Osamu Dazai really couldn't tell whether this figure from the back was the arrogant person he saw on the cruise ship.

Because under the chaotic firelight at this time, there were several shocking long and narrow bloodstains oozing from the snow-white back, which were scratched out with the tiger's claws when Dun had no time to dodge.

On the back of a delicate white canvas, blood condensed into beads like paint, sliding down from the delicate skin.

Every drop of blood that falls on the ground is full of violent aesthetics.

Under Dun's call, Bai Mu finally woke up. It seemed that the shock caused by the close-range explosion just now made him uncomfortable. He had to hold Dun's arm to find a sense of balance, and his whole body was trembling unconsciously.

Such a beautiful boy was approaching him in a posture of seeking protection.

Dun's last trace of vigilance also disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel protective towards a boy, and blamed himself very much: "Are you... all right? I'm sorry, I scratched you."

Osamu Dazai also walked over.

He crouched down, squeezed Shiraki's chin, and turned his face away from Dun's arms.

The person Kajii sought out had a pair of dim red phoenix eyes, which were clearly filled with "weak, pitiful and helpless", and the crystal clear sense of fragility seemed to shatter at the touch of a touch, making people reluctant to speak loudly to him.

Ashes swirl in the flames like tattered gray butterflies until they burn the body to an annihilation dust.

In this frightening chaos and heat, the memory of the senses awakens before the mind.

Every second time slows down.

In this scorching fire, in the old town far away from the coastline...

Osamu Dazai could smell the cold and damp sea.

He had seen such a face before.

It was the third day after Oda Sakunosuke died.

At five o'clock in the morning, Osamu Dazai was walking on the pedestrian corridor of the Yokohama Bay Bridge.Because it is not tourist time at this time, there is no one on the narrow passage.

Dark clouds obscured the twilight of the sunrise, and there was a thick fog on the sea, and the damp and cold pierced into the muscles and bones like needles, making people's hands and feet feel sluggish.

The visibility was only about three to five meters, and the road under my feet was hidden in the white fog, and I couldn't see the way or the end.

Dazai walked aimlessly.

There is no wind, only the slight vibration caused by the passing cars on the bridge, forming a peculiar rhythm with the uniform tide, like the unobtrusive white noise in the background, existing but quiet, accompanying his slow and boundless thinking .

If you turn down from here, you will melt into the sea water silently, embrace the coldness of the soft shape, and feel the exuberant flame of life.

He stopped and looked at the sea under the bridge.

But now there is only thick fog that cannot be blown away, and the world under the bridge is illusory.

... For the first time in his life, he felt a little unwilling.

Leaving the port mafia behind, Odasaku gave him another option.Since good and evil are not important to him, he should be the one who "does good".

He thought... at least try the life Odasaku wanted him to live before making other plans.

There is a long and fine silence in the dense fog, and for Osamu Dazai, it is a kind of enjoyment that is almost seductive.

But... not yet.

Odasaku's coffin is still parked in the seaside cemetery and will be buried at ten o'clock in the morning.He will not be absent on this last journey.

Osamu Dazai turned around, he stopped staring at the invisible sea, and walked on this endless passage again.

The overwhelming blankness is the color of emptiness and silence.

——Until the only strong contrasting color appeared in Dazai's empty field of vision.

It was a similar person who also chose to break into a closed tourist area at five o'clock in the morning.

The girl was slender and thin, wearing a pair of straight black trousers. She was dressed like a tomboy, but she had straight black hair that fell to her waist, and her profile was as indifferent and delicate as a dummy in a window cabinet.

After each other's figures appeared from the fog, she didn't notice the existence of Osamu Dazai for the first time.

She is looking at the boundless sea fog.

But Osamu Dazai saw her eyes clearly at that moment, and stopped in a daze.

The taste of Shanghai fog on the Yokohama Bay Bridge is eternally engraved in the memory of Osamu Dazai.The cold and damp despair and the longing for vitality followed one after another, and the cold and heat became the reality felt at the same time.

Icy sea fog.

Burning streets.

The smell of seawater faded into the dark, and there was still choking smoke in the wind. The smell of burning made people irritated, and the burning air made the skin tingle.

He had seen such a face before.

But not such eyes.

Shiraki raised his head slightly, and took his chin off Dazai's fingers.

Dazai was still very close, and there was a strange focus in his iris eyes, "I said...do you have a younger sister?"

Shiraki's pupils reflected the burning fire.

He looked at Osamu Dazai, but said nothing.

Dazai asked gently: "...is she already dead?"