Complete Survival Manual

There was a sudden chill behind Dazai Osamu.

[Hey, there is always the illusion that Mr. Mori is scolding me behind my back. ]

Osamu Dazai pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, but unfortunately the smile was slightly distorted and didn't reach his eyes.

He avoided a few slanted branches and branches, and walked forward along the mountain path under his feet.

At the end of the road, there is a good view that suddenly opens up.The sea breeze blew Osamu Dazai's hair, he narrowed his eyes and stopped.

His clothes today are very formal, but the full black suit no longer carries the breath of fire and blood.

This is a mourning suit.

"...I'm sorry I only came to see you now." Osamu Dazai looked at the small unnamed tombstones in front of him, and he was silent for a while before speaking.He took out the photo from his pocket and placed it in front of one of the tombstones together with the white bouquet in his hand.

Osamu Dazai stood there quietly, his eyes a little distracted.

He silently pays homage to the time that never fades away, and the friends who pass by in time.

The last words left by his friend still echoed in his ears from time to time, the man said——

["Go to the rescue side, Dazai."]

"...You left me with a problem, Odasaku."

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Tsushima had a dream on the Shinkansen to Yokohama.

He couldn't remember what the dream was like, only a little residual feeling remained in his chest.

Judging from his years of social experience, this feeling probably cannot be called pleasant.

[Am I sad because of a dream I don't know the specific content of? ] This idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and Tsushima denied it with a smile.

[Compared to fragmented dreams, isn't reality more moving?It's a pity, even in reality, I still...]

Tsushima noticed that his thoughts were gradually slipping into the abyss.

Let's stop there.

Tsushima warned himself like this.

He has his own line, and when he is conscious, he will never allow himself to cross this line.

This is not allowed.

Tsushima silently watched the fleeting scenery outside the window, his right hand unconsciously closed in his pocket, as if he was holding something that didn't exist.

By the time Tsushima actually set foot on the land of Yokohama, it was already evening.

The short trip of two hours and 8 minutes made Tsushima unable to lift his spirits.

He felt tired, and the reasons for this tiredness were also complicated, including but not limited to: hospital gastric lavage, arrest warrants, arranging how the office would run without him, and so on.

For two whole days, he only got about an hour of light sleep.

Obviously finding time to be lazy is Tsushima's consistent style, but he insisted on reaching Yokohama as quickly as possible.

Ms. Eri Ihara, a member of his company, almost sent off her hard-working boss with an almost sluggish attitude.

[Wonders of the world. ] She twitched the corners of her mouth a few times, unavoidably curious about Tsushima's destination, [Is there any magic power in Yokohama, or is it simply because "Osamu Dazai" exists in Yokohama? ]

Eri Ihara didn't think about it for a moment before she fell into the busy and heavy work again.

Apart from other things, the most intuitive difference between the presence of Tsushima and the absence of Tsushima is clearly reflected in the sharp increase in workload.

Eri Ihara wailed in her heart: [If there is a god, please bless Mr. Tsushima to come back soon!I don't secretly dislike Mr. Tsushima anymore, why does the office have so many things to do! ]

It's a pity that God may not have heard the prayer of an impious temporary believer. Tsushima discovered a small phenomenon after dealing with his accommodation problem.

His previous lack of understanding of the current situation in Yokohama was basically due to the intelligence dealers operating in Yokohama.

But the current Yokohama is admirably quiet and peaceful, and the intelligence brokers disappeared from the city overnight.

Tsushima smiled: "The fluctuation caused by that Dazai-kun is much bigger than I imagined."

It seems that if he wants to find Osamu Dazai, it is far from enough to rely on the superficial information he had previously known.

Tsushima lay down on the bed in a leisurely manner, and closed his eyes quietly.

He needed ample rest, and then slowly searched for the person named "Osamu Dazai" in the city.

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At night, Yokohama still has colorful neon lights and noisy crowds. Izakayas, custom shops, restaurants, movie theaters... everywhere are people looking for relaxation after a busy day.

However, some remote places are still forbidden to enter.

People in black suits stood at the entrance and exit of the restricted area. Looking from a distance, the chilling atmosphere made ordinary people passing by daunting.

Thanks to Mimic, the nearest Yokohama has unexpectedly many restricted areas that cannot be entered.

Several remnants of Mimic in gray robes fled quickly in the alley, and the stagnant water in the low-lying places was splashed far away by their stepping.

They are the rare survivors of the Battle of the Art Gallery.

Soon, Mimic will not even have these survivors, and this organization will completely disappear in this world under the liquidation of the port mafia.

The speed of their escape was already fast, but the people chasing after them were even faster.

The black cloth was like a living creature, and quickly caught up with the fleeing remnants.

"Uh--"

A large area of ​​dark color splashed on the wall, and the only person left stopped when he heard his companion's death.

The black cloth pierced his chest precisely.

He turned around with difficulty and saw the person who killed him.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the new guerrilla captain of the Port Mafia.

He mocked hoarsely: "The black dog of the port mafia has also lost its master who restrained you?"

More black blades lifted up this reckless loser, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was irritated by the quickness of his breathy tongue.

"Go to hell, you incompetent remnant. Kill me with the gunfire you are proud of, come on! I want to be stronger... stronger! Before that person agrees with me—!"

He shouted and vented at the top of his voice, the praise and approval from the person he was looking forward to, it was impossible to get all of them.

In the narrow and dark alley, Ryunosuke Akutagawa's almost mournful roar was hidden in the dark night of the restricted area.The subordinates he brought stood far away at both ends of the alley, like a few sculptures without self-thoughts.

All they could do was bring the coughing Ryunosuke back to the Port Mafia's treatment room at the end.

With the support of his subordinates, Akutagawa thought of the person who would never agree with him. He coughed and murmured to himself, "Mr. Dazai...ahem...someday..."

The author has something to say: I believe everyone knows which photo is the one that appeared this time.

Come on, tell me loudly, which one is it :)

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The intelligence that emerged this time: Tsushima will never take the initiative to cross the bottom line.

Tsushima (righteousness written all over his face): I, Tsushima, will never commit suicide!

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At the end of writing, my mind is full of "incompetent rage" cough cough... Today is also a day to persecute Akutagawa.

Akutagawa: Mr. Dazai! ! !