This pillar is obviously super strong but a bit short

When Osamu Dazai woke up, there was an alley in front of him.The mist filled the air, and the gas lamps flickered like hellfire.

He chuckled.

"Here..."

Unlike Nakahara, Osamu Dazai clearly realized that he was in a dream.

The ghost moon of the last string changes rapidly, not as unshakable as the first string.In addition, when there are many battles, it is easy to ignore—one of the lower strings who fought with the team members was one of the original lower strings who was killed by Immortal Kawa Shinya.

And now the last one, Nightmare, has never appeared in the previous battles!

"So I was waiting here..."

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably choose to use powerful ghosts like Shangxian and Kiwu Tsuji as their trump cards.

But Osamu Dazai was not.

He chose to hang out.

The strength of the Ghost Killing Squad has soared now, so it is not suitable for head-to-head confrontation, so they can only find another way.

Such as mind control.

This is also the experience gained from the Battle of Huajie.

"Since you sent me here."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the store with [lupin] hanging on it.

"Don't disappoint the other party's wishes."

The wooden stairs are narrow and dark, and each step makes a dull sound.

The walls and pillars are yellowed by cigarettes and time, and the whole store looks like an old old photo.

Going down, the soft jazz voice gradually became clear, and there was a familiar voice.

"Ah, Dazai."

The man sitting in front of the bar turned his head, his voice was calm and familiar, like a friend for many years, "Drinking so early today?"

"..."

"?" Realizing that Dazai was in a daze, Oda Sakunosuke tilted his head slightly, "Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai calmed down, walked over as if nothing had happened, and sat down on the stool beside him.

"Yeah, good evening, Oda... Zuku."

"?" Oda Saku asked, "You hesitated when you called my name, is it an illusion?"

Osamu Dazai ordered a cocktail, and then said: "'Oda' is a surname, so it would be strange to be called 'Oda Saku'?"

"Well... a little bit."

"However, Dazai, you and Ango don't call each other that often," Oda said, "I'm used to it."

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly: "Really..."

The air fell silent.

Osamu Dazai pressed down on the floating ice cube with his fingertips, and the ice cube hit the wall with a soft sound.

Odasaku didn't quite understand why his friend, who was usually noisy with him, was so silent today.

Suicide failed?

The duds were not dismantled?

Not working well?

"Speaking of..." He took a sip of his wine, "You seem to have changed the direction of your bandages today, Dazai."

Osamu Dazai was slightly stunned, straightened up, and reached out to touch the bandage on his face.

Then smiled.

It seems that there are many things that words cannot bear, so I can only smile.

"I got up in a hurry today," he said, "and, changing the direction is just a change of mood."

"It's late to wake up," Odasaku said calmly, "That can't be helped..."

Osamu Dazai: "Yeah, there is no way..."

Footsteps came downstairs.

"Mr. Odasaku, this is a flaw."

A young man wearing round-frame glasses walked behind the two, "If you wake up late, you shouldn't spend time wearing bandages. You should say that both eyes are good, so why wear bandages?"

"Odasaku, Dazai went berserk because you didn't complain. The force of blowing the hammer into the back of the head is just right..."

Sakaguchi Ango glanced at the bar and gave a doubtful "hmm".

"Dazai didn't put any detergent in his cocktail today."

Ango Sakaguchi looked at the bartender, and the bartender nodded, indicating that you read that right. I was also surprised that he didn't ask for detergent.

"Even if you ask for it, the bartender won't give it to you." Osamu Dazai explained with a smile.

Ango Sakaguchi sat down on his seat with an expression of "Dazai has become so obedient, am I dying?"

"A glass of whiskey with extra ice."

The golden wine was presented to him.

The three of them each took a sip of wine and were speechless for a while.

The ice cubes reflect the light from the glass lamps in the room.

"Hey, Odasaku, Ango," Dazai Osamu looked at the glass, "tell me about your work?"

"There's nothing to talk about. Collecting intelligence, fishing... Isn't that what I do," said Ango Sakaguchi with a look of frustration. "Compared to what the cadres do, my performance is like a student's resume. Same. Having said that, I haven't closed my eyes for six days."

Oda Sakunosuke: "It sounds like a lot of hard work."

"It's only six days," Sakaguchi Yasugo said, "My highest record is one month."

"That's really great."

"..."

Ango Sakaguchi looked sullen, and finally couldn't hold back, "Odasaku, this is not something to be proud of. If possible, I would rather have this number be zero."

"Ah, so..."

Dazai smiled slightly.

Sakaguchi Ango felt helpless for his two friends.

One doesn't know how to complain, and the other is too skinny (although today's appearance is a bit strange).

"Odasaku and Dazai haven't tried staying up late, have they?"

"Very little, because I have to take care of orphans," Oda said. "If I don't sleep, those noisy guys won't stop. It's not good for children to sleep too late."

"That's true," Sakaguchi Ango looked at Osamu Dazai, "Where's Dazai?"

Dazai's daily work: throw tasks to partners or subordinates.

His task efficiency is actually extremely high, but he always waits until one second before the deadline to complete it.

"For Dazai, you shouldn't have to stay up late, right?" Oda said.

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai said softly, "I haven't made it through."

His thoughtful look made the two friends not know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, Dazai quickly returned to normal, "Where's Odasaku? I want to hear Odasaku's complaints about work."

"My job..." Odasaku tapped his finger on the table, "Compared with Ango and Dazai, it is worthless, and it will only make you feel boring after hearing it."

But Dazai looked at him with piercing eyes.

That's not the right way to say it.Dazai just had a smile on his face, which even made people feel a little distant, but there seemed to be something eager in the depths of his eyes.

Oda Sakunosuke thought for a while, "Theft occurred in the shopping street under the mafia. After investigation, it was found that the culprits were a group of elementary school students nearby. He also helped the owner of the company with his private affairs. He fell into the Shura field of his wife and lover. In addition, Dismantling a dud behind a mafia firm..."*

Seeing that Dazai was silent, Odasaku stopped.

"It's boring, isn't it?"

All he does is chores that the bottom of the mafia might as well not do, and he stays in the mafia just to raise his children.

"No..." Osamu Dazai looked at him with his chin in his hands, and slightly hooked his lips, "It's very interesting."

Odasaku: "...Ah..."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

"When was the last time we drank together?" Sakaguchi Ango asked abruptly.

Odasaku: "A week ago."

"Can a person change so much in a week?!"

Ango Sakaguchi pointed at Osamu Dazai, and exploded: "Don't you think Dazai-kun has suddenly matured a lot?! I just thought he would make a fuss about joining the Shura field or dismantling duds, but it didn't work at all? I'm not used to this look at all. okay!"

In the past, Dazai was like a noisy younger brother in front of them.

"really……"

Oda Sakunosuke thought for a while, and said, "Dazai, did you quarrel with your partner?"

"...!"

Osamu Dazai blinked, "...Huh?"

Why are you bringing up that little guy all of a sudden?

Ango Sakaguchi pointed to his forehead: "Was beaten here?"

"Dazai, I know your partner is very aggressive," Oda said, "but did you provoke him somewhere?"

Ango Sakaguchi interrupted Osamu Dazai's "I didn't have it": "Yes, Shuanghei carried out missions 10 times this month, and Dazai attempted suicide 8 times in the middle of the mission. The 23 reports were all written by the Central Plains cadres. The Central Plains cadres His car was scrapped 7 times. The number of quarrels between the two at the headquarters alone was as high as 46 times..."

At the end, I did not forget to add: "I have recorded all these things here."

"..."

Osamu Dazai was dumbfounded.

"...Ah... why did you record this." He lay down on the table and wailed.

"You think I'm thinking," Sakaguchi Ango said quietly, "The leader's order."

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with arguing."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, "When the Central Plains is mentioned, Dazai's eyes are bright."

Dazai lay on the table wearily.

Why did it mention that Chuya's two friends have changed...

Well, forget it.

Odasaku asked for a can of crab meat, opened it, and pushed it in front of Osamu Dazai with a spoon.

"It's good to see you cheer up."

"I ask for this."

Osamu Dazai stared at the can.

"This is really..."

His eyes seemed to be looking at something long-awaited and extremely terrifying, and his voice was so soft that the two people beside him couldn't hear it clearly, only the detritus of condensed emotions still stubbornly floating in the air. *

He closed his eyes.

When it opened again, it had returned to calm.

"Hum..."

Osamu Dazai tapped the wall of the cup with his nails, and there was a crisp sound.

"The reason why I didn't make a fuss about dismantling the dud is because I've already succeeded in dismantling it." His tone was so brisk that he seemed to be trying to pretend, "I'll find it boring after I do it."

"Really," Odasaku asked, "When?"

"This is a secret~"

As he spoke, Osamu Dazai raised his glass and signaled for a toast.

"After drinking this cup, I will excuse you first, both of you."

"Are you leaving now?" Odasaku was slightly surprised.

Ango Sakaguchi: "Cheers to what?"

Osamu Dazai kept raising his glass, and suddenly asked, "Have you got an idea for Odasaku's novel?"

Oda Saku didn't expect Dazai to mention this, he was slightly stunned, but he still answered the other party: "Actually, I plan to quit my job and write novels after Sakule goes to elementary school... But I do have some ideas now."

"To be honest, I don't have much confidence," he tapped his head with his fingers, "I have neither a pen to reflect reality nor the ability to express, just like a mountaineer who is only equipped with hiking boots and trekking poles but stands in front of the world's largest mountain Just like the others, only at a loss.”*

"I didn't expect Odasaku to have such a time," Sakaguchi Ango said with a smile, "but I think you are worrying too much."

Osamu Dazai also said, "Odasaku already has a pen."

His eyes were sincere, "You can write, and you can write well, I can guarantee this, as long as Odasaku believes in himself."

"Ah..." Odasaku's expression changed slightly, "Thank you."

"..."

Osamu Dazai waited for more than ten seconds, but he didn't wait for the next words, and asked as if he was about to catch something: "Odasaku believed my promise?"

"Well, how should I put it, after all, it was 'that Dazai' who said it. After hearing it, I became a little more confident."

"..."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and smiled to himself.

He raised his hand.

"cheers--"

"For Stray Dog and Odasaku's novel."

The three glasses collided with a crisp sound.

These are stolen, false dreams.

It's almost time.

Osamu Dazai stood up and took a last look at the two friends.

"It is very fulfilling to have two best friends in this life, and to be able to say goodbye to them well. If the suffering I experienced in my previous life can be exchanged for a toast, a heart-to-heart talk, and a good farewell at the end, even a short dream It's worth it, isn't it?"

In the world of the book, Ango Sakaguchi is also a Baidao organization.

He and his two friends are doomed to confront each other.

Dazai turned around.

"Goodbye, you two."

Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango looked at each other.

"Wait, Dazai!"

Sensing that something was wrong with Dazai, they tried to persuade him to stay.

"Let's talk again," Sakaguchi Ango shook his glass, "Let Odasaku talk about his work or novels again."

Oda Sakunosuke: "...huh?"

"To be honest, I really enjoyed the time of drinking here with the two of you. I have to forget that I am a part of the illegal activities in the underworld," Sakaguchi Ango smiled, "how about a drink with the cadres?" ? After working overtime for so long, it’s not too late.”

Odasaku nodded.

"Speaking of which, I don't seem to have heard Dazai mention the hard tofu today..." He thought thoughtfully, "Didn't you say that you are improving it last time, and you want to treat Ango and me to eat the energetic clear chicken?"

"!" Sakaguchi Ango said "Odasaku, don't make an expression that you can't think about".

"Dazai?"

Seeing that Osamu Dazai remained silent for a long time, the worry in their eyes became even more serious.

The boy stood in front of the stairs, his back wrapped in black was particularly thin.

He still maintained the posture of leaving, he didn't leave, but he didn't turn around either.

"I remember bringing a camera."

Ango Sakaguchi dug out a black camera from his bag. It was an old-fashioned film-sensitive camera. It had been used for a long time, but it unexpectedly matched the old-fashioned atmosphere of the store.

"Come back, Dazai."

"Take a picture of the three of you together?"

Dazai still didn't speak.

The light in the bar was dim, and the passage of time seemed to slow down on him.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head slightly, his lips turned white and trembled, and he made gasping sounds a few times as if he was about to be out of breath, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The hand hanging by the side was clenched tighter and tighter, trembling uncontrollably.

No one could see his expression, but both Odasaku and Ango felt that Dazai was about to cry.

Although this idea is far-fetched.

They had never seen Dazai cry.

"Dazai...?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, looked up at the bronze wall lamp, with imperceptible tremors in his voice.

"once……"

"Not changing for something, only one death, that's my wish," he clutched his clothes on his chest, through the material, he could feel the hard touch of the ring.

"Now, it's changed."

The sense of uneasiness is getting stronger and stronger.Odasaku stood up and walked past the bar.

"What's wrong, Dazai?"

"Don't come over!" Osamu Dazai raised his voice suddenly.

Oda Sakunosuke freezes his movements.

For a moment, none of the three spoke.

Only the ancient music is still flowing quietly, telling "farewell" and "see you again".

The atmosphere is as oppressive as this speakeasy.

"No..." Dazai Osamu's voice was so soft that it seemed to be dissipated by the wind, "I won't come again."

"Someone is waiting for me."

……

"Then, thank you for your hospitality."