Complete Survival Manual

The helicopter took them out of here.

Looking down from a high altitude, the light of the city is like a galaxy that stays behind.The firelight brought by the raiders was a band of light on the river, dyed with thick black smoke and rising into the sky.

The fire finally burned into the ordinary bookstore, but everyone stopped.

People stayed in place, the wind pressure brought by the propellers blew their hair and clothes, some people squinted and shouted something, but their voices were all sucked into the seemingly endless wind.

Tsushima was standing by the hatch, the strong wind blowing all his forehead hair back.

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting by the side, looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "He's looking at you."

"See you again." Tsushima said.

They were talking about Gogol.

The white clown stood on the rooftop where the helicopter stopped for a while before takeoff, his pale face blurred in the distant night.No one can clearly see what Gogol is thinking, but they all know that one day, they will meet Gogol again.

—as long as Dostoevsky is with them.

Finally, the coolness in his waist and abdomen could no longer be ignored. Tsushima touched his bandage with his fingertips, and he knew without looking that the wound there had opened again.

The pure white windbreaker was stained a little blood-colored, and the corners of the clothes flapped wantonly like the white birds on the seashore that he had seen before.

It's just that the bird fell into the sea later, and he was far away from the time and space.

He remained silent blindly, holding the wound in silence, with a blank expression in his expression.

Gradually, his feet moved forward a little bit, and half of his body was precariously exposed at high altitude.

He murmured: "...It's over."

The gift-like information left by Osamu Dazai from another time and space has finally been preliminarily confirmed today.

It may be said that the wings of the butterfly flapped vigorously, or it may be said that the tragedy was avoided by relying on the prophet's information.In short, the world turned a corner at a key node and embarked on an unknown road.

And this shows that—

[Dazai will also have a better future. ]

At least it won't be the countless futures that he has witnessed with his own eyes and that exist in the book.

[Embracing the doomed future with joy. ]

In countless worlds, those people named "Osamu Dazai", no matter what they experienced in the middle, they never got real happiness in the end.

But in this world, this person beside him...

Tsushima tightened his fingers and grasped the cold and sticky bandage, [What I want is...]

"Tsushima." Dazai Osamu's calm voice came, "Don't go any further."

Tsushima looked back at him.

Osamu Dazai held down the flying hair and pinned it behind his ear.Seeing Tsushima look back, he smiled.

"It would be a pity if you died before me." He said, "That promise is still valid now."

It was a spring date about cherry blossom viewing.

Tsushima laughed, his eyes sparkling.

"That's great."

So he nimbly turned back into the safety line, and made a loud request to Eri Ihara in front.

"Eri, I want to draw the pattern of the kimono myself!"

Ihara Eri, who kept silent, was inexplicably relieved.

"Impossible, President, please obey the rules of his store!"

Tsushima was surprised: "Is it not possible?"

Eri Ihara: "Do you think it's a handmade game?"

Tsushima: "Hey——Miss Ihara said something strange very strictly."

Eri Ihara gritted her teeth: "... Who is the strange one!!!"

Tsushima lowered his voice, and said to the two young people who minimized his sense of existence: "Atsushi-kun, Akutagawa-kun, you also think Miss Ihara in front is strange?"

Atsushi Nakajima in the corner unconsciously grabbed the fabric next to him, and smiled dryly, "Mr. Tsu, Mr. Tsushima..."

Even if you lower your voice, Ms. Ihara can still hear this sentence!

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked down at the hem of his clothes that was caught, and for safety's sake, suppressed his desire to fight.He replied seriously: "You are right."

"One or two are hopeless." The corners of Ihara Eri's mouth twitched a few times, as if she didn't know the people sitting behind her.

The noise in the cabin was non-stop, and the two young people seemed to be at odds with each other naturally. If they met, they would have to quarrel a few times as a greeting etiquette.After all, they did not suppress their anger, and started a disagreement quarrel at high altitude.

Tsushima gradually became sleepy, and he slowly fell asleep amidst the loud background music.

The last fuzzy thought before falling asleep flashed through my mind, and I picked up what I hadn't said before.

[What I want is... him. ]

……

"Shh."

Atsushi Nakajima, who was struggling from a kimono-related argument, heard Osamu Dazai's voice.

"Mr. Dazai?"

"Be quiet," Osamu Dazai lowered his finger on his lips, "he's asleep."

Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa called a truce.

The silence of the space was reduced to a monotonous hum.

The busyness of these days has greatly shortened the sleep time for everyone. It may be that the atmosphere is too suitable to make up for the lost sleep. Soon, everyone except the driver becomes drowsy.

After an unknown amount of time, Atsushi Nakajima was awakened by a flickering light.

When he woke up, he heard Ihara Eri's voice.

"Forgot to turn off the flash... Oops, they won't wake up... Ah, Nakajima-kun?"

She noticed Atsushi Nakajima waking up, and the person who pretended to be sleeping instead of causing trouble had to cough dryly, "Miss Ihara."

Before Atsushi Nakajima could ask, Eri Ihara waved her hand and explained what she was doing.

"This journey is coming to an end, and I want to leave some souvenirs."

"Souvenirs mean...?"

"Here." Eri Ihara pointed at the phone, and Atsushi Nakajima then looked in the direction she pointed.

That's his side.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke frowned, his sleeping appearance was countless times more harmless than waking up, and the rabies of Hong Kong and Black seemed a little gentle now.A little further is...

"It's incredible." Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but said.

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Eri Ihara nodded empathetically, and took another photo.

She didn't forget to turn off the flash this time, and only a slight click sounded that she was done taking pictures.

The two people who looked exactly the same leaned on each other and fell asleep peacefully.

When they were leaning against each other and immersed in the dreamland, their usual smiling eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and every arc was soft.

Eri Ihara adjusted the angle of the photo as if she had discovered some interesting little easter egg.

"Nakajima-kun, photos are magical things that can preserve time." Eri Ihara said with a smile in her eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima saw it too.

[At this moment, they interlock their fingers. ]

He couldn't help but think of the judgment Quan Jinghua made in the detective agency before.

Lovers.

[really weird. ] Atsushi Nakajima watched this scene, [This is Mr. Dazai, that "Mr. Dazai". ]

[But there doesn't seem to be anything strange... No, no, it's still too strange! ]

[Wait, what am I thinking? ? ? ]

Atsushi Nakajima blushed for no reason.

Eri Ihara laughed, and looked back through the glass to see the city from another angle.

Ambilight, star river brilliant.

She raised the phone, and the picture was frozen in the phone.

"beautiful city."

……

By the time they got back to Yokohama, a lot of messy things had been sorted out.

The Chief Farmer of the Supernatural Secret Service Section rolled his sleeves and welcomed them back at the military airport.

"It went well!" Taneda Yamatohiro patted Tsushima's shoulder with a smile, "Good job, Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai sighed, and while saying "I am Osamu Dazai", he skillfully pushed the farming chief's hand away.

Taneda Santohi touched his chin, said sorry, but actually gave Osamu Dazai a subtle look.

The meaning is probably something like "I didn't expect you to not let go of yourself in the parallel world".

Dostoyevsky was taken over by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Before leaving, the farming chief slowed down his pace a little.

"This person... I think you all know that the country's institutions can't keep him."

Dazai rolled his eyes, "A bell tower attendant?"

"There are always more forces involved in criminal associations around the world than you can imagine."

It was rare for the farming chief to look a little bit complaining. Although he didn't confirm anything, this attitude undoubtedly acquiesced in Osamu Dazai's guess.

The "Five Decays of Heaven and Man" that Dostoyevsky belongs to is exactly the kind of international criminal organization that involves a wide range of areas.

The news that he missed in Japan must have been sent back to the organization, and I am afraid that other international organizations will come to them to ask for someone after a while.

This is the real meaning of Dostoyevsky's saying "They cannot kill him".

Tsushima smiled and said, "During this time, please allow me and Dazai to visit from the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

Gengtian Shantouhuo nodded in agreement, "It couldn't be better."

After lightly deciding on some things to come, Taneda Shantou led his subordinates back to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Osamu Dazai complained, "It's been a long time since I've done anything like this."

Tsushima: "Will you be unfamiliar?"

"of course."

[of course not. ]

How to dig out information from the captured population is the precious wealth left to him by the port mafia.

As the morning light rose from the sky, Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes.

Tsushima: "Although there is still a lot to do..."

Osamu Dazai looked at him curiously.

The next moment, his senses were enveloped by a special feeling.

Tsushima moved closer to Osamu Dazai and gave him a soft kiss.

It was really a very light kiss, lighter than a feather, and heavier than the force of a breeze.

It came quietly with the temperature of another person.

Tsushima's voice was also very soft, he leaned into Dazai's ear and whispered, "Dazai."

[Dazai Dazai Dazai——]

Osamu Dazai moved his hand, and finally hugged someone who put his whole body weight on him.

He sighed, "I'm here."

The author has something to say: I'm fine, I'm fine again.

Found a new way to relieve fatigue, that is to give candy to my CP!

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Thanks Moxibustion for mine!

One raises high~