How I was forced to be a boss

Still a step too late.

It's just one step away, and I haven't even seen the last side.

The last words that man said to him turned out to be his farewell that night.

A figure flashed past and swung over with a violent fist wind.

Brandeso easily dodged to the side, dodging the fist of the person who came, and then threw the blood-stained book to Fyodor.He doesn't care about 'books' at all.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't care about him, and ran directly to the person who was lying in a pool of blood, trembling his hands carefully as if he was embracing a fragile rose, and gently supported her to let her lean in his arms.

"Ling Yang..." Zhong Yuan Zhong also called out to the pale-faced person with a weeping voice, but he never heard a response.

His eyes could see no one but the person in his arms.

It seemed that the incident at Tokyo Station had reappeared in front of my eyes.He clearly said that he would protect her well, but in the end he still couldn't do it.

But then there was still a chance, and now everything is a foregone conclusion.

Everyone who followed stood there blankly as if they hadn't reacted yet.

"Impossible..."

Even though Yokohama's crimes were solved in this way, Okura Yeko felt no joy at all, instead her eyes were sour, and she suddenly wanted to shed tears.

So powerful, so terrifying, who played with everyone in the palm of his hand——Takenishi-sensei, Kitano Reo, just died like this?

How could she die so easily?

Literally like the worst drama ever.

"Just kidding..."

Okura Yeko thought it was his own voice, but he didn't expect that it was Suehiro Tiechang who was beside him.

As if suddenly remembering something, she suddenly looked at Tiao Ye Caiju, even she herself didn't know what kind of answer she wanted to get, and what she was expecting.

Tiaoye Caiju was silent for a while, and finally shook his head slowly.

"Is that so..." Okura Yeko murmured.

Osamu Dazai stood there, stunned for a while, and then walked over slowly, no one stopped him.

He crouched beside that person, his black coat was soon soaked with her blood, his movements were sluggish!Stalled like an old man, he slowly held her powerless hand with both hands.

There is no longer the temperature of the past.

From now on, no one will call him Azhi with a gentle smile, no one will condone all his behaviors, and tolerate all the darkness in his heart.

No one will watch peach blossoms with him, eat crabs together, and tell him that the future is the most worth looking forward to; no one will feel sorry for him when he is hurt, and then take revenge on those who hurt him for him; no one will defend him , to celebrate his birthday and plan for his future.

Just like that, he was alone again, unable to catch anything.

"Liar, you obviously said that you will wait for my birthday present." Zhongyuan Zhong also hugged her tightly, as if this could keep her last trace of warmth.

Ah... She also said that she would try everything in this world with him until she found what he liked.

"Yeah, he's a liar." Osamu Dazai said softly.

Reo Kitano, a writer whose pen name was Takenishi, died a month before coming of age.

Mori Ogai and Fukuzawa Yukichi walked over, staring at the paper-like girl with a pale face, feeling so depressed that they couldn't breathe.

Whatever the person was trying to do doesn't seem to matter much at the moment.

Because it was so sudden, no one would have thought that this person would die just like that. When everyone was facing an enemy, leaving Yokohama in a mess, and all the people who were involved in her mind people.

"Still a child." Fukuzawa Yukichi sighed.

Only when she was lying there quietly, did everyone finally let go of all the chaotic thoughts and speculations in their hearts, and face up to the most objective things that already existed.

"Mr. Ranpo, won't you go take a look?" Yosano Akiko asked the people standing beside him.

Edogawa Ranpo shook his head, "No need."

"Branjesso!" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head sharply, looking at the person over there with a look of indifference, and red lines began to appear on his body.

The surrounding items slowly floated up.

"Yeah, this is her choice, I'm sorry too," Blanchesso sighed, and raised his hand, except for Dakong's ring, all Marley's rings were released in his hand Guang Guang, "Since it is a product of failure again! There is no need for this world to exist."

As his words fell, there was the sound of something breaking in the air.

The world is suddenly like a torn oil painting, with black scratches appearing one after another, but in a short moment, countless things like scratches appeared in the night sky, the ground, and the crowd, and then Like blood flowing out of the wound, a black sticky lacquer flowed out.

Mare's ring represents a horizontal miracle and has the attribute of space. Brandeso uses this to connect the whole world with the Shadow Realm.

Even if Bai Lanjiesuo said that the "book" could not defeat him and Ying, but what this person said was not credible.

At least Fyodor always had reservations about Brandeso's words.

He opened the book and picked up the pen that had fallen on the floor.When I held it in my hand, I suddenly saw the appearance of that person lying in front of the computer desk and writing a book while scratching his hair.

Pause for a moment before writing.

"You really don't know her." Osamu Dazai said without turning his head, his back to Fyodor, as he caught the girl handed over by Chuya Nakahara.

what……

Fyodor's gaze also fell on the girl, and he saw Osamu Dazai take out the 'book' from the girl's bag with his own eyes.

"when……"

Suddenly Fyodor remembered.It turned out that she didn't trust him at that time, but turned her back on him on purpose.

"Heh." Finally he still chuckled out loud.

"I didn't expect it to be placed together."

He stared deeply at the person who lost his life in front of his eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhong over there has already attacked Bailan Jiesuo, and everyone who understands the seriousness of the matter also rushed over. There are so many superpowers, even Bailan is difficult to control, but he does not need to continue with these people. confrontation.

What needs to be done has been done.

With some momentum, he jumped off the tall building, and by the time everyone rushed over, he was gone!figure.

"Do you want to use it?" Fyodor asked without thinking.

But suddenly saw Osamu Dazai pull out a note from the 'book'.

He put the girl down gently, then walked to Chuya Nakahara, and used Disqualification in the World to make him withdraw from the out-of-control state.

"That's what she said." He shook the note in his hand again.

Fyodor held his breath, "She already knew that this world..."

"Who knows." Dazai Osamu replied casually.

"Could it be that she did it for..." Yeko Okura suddenly looked at the girl lying quietly on the ground.

No matter what they say now, it is just a guess that cannot be confirmed, and the real answer has been buried forever with that person's deep sleep.

"Do you know, Mr. Ranpo?" Yosano Akiko asked.

"Maybe I want to hand it over to Osamu Dazai."

Yosano Akiko's eyes widened: "How does she know that it must be Osamu Dazai who will find out, not someone else?"

"She knows, she knows everything."

Even though the world is in crisis, everyone held a simple funeral for this man.

It seems that at the funeral of an ordinary writer, mafia godfathers, kings, and high-ranking government officials all showed up, even the "hound dogs" came over, and people's faces were sad and mournful.

The girl who had changed into a white dress lay quietly in the coffin, just as if she was asleep, with a peaceful expression.There were probably few moments of such tranquility in the man's short life.

Surrounded by white lilies, delicate and fragile.The girl's jet-black hair spread out like that, looking delicate and charming against the backdrop of the lilies.

She is dead!Yu grew up, but time stayed forever at the best time of life.

Weissman never expected that the lieutenant's funeral had not passed long, and he would soon attend the funeral of another friend of his.

Obviously, the last time we met seemed like yesterday, but when we met again, we couldn't even convey a word of greeting.

The daily life that I once thought would last forever and never change, ended abruptly at a certain point in time.

I always feel that the girl will appear out of nowhere and tell them with a smile that everything is her plan.

However, nothing happened until it was buried by a handful of soil.

There is not much time to be immersed in grief, the world is still in crisis, and the living must continue to live.

When Osamu Dazai returned home, he brushed his fingers across the girl's gentle eyebrows and eyes in the photo frame placed beside the bed, and then opened the drawer of the bedside table.

When he unpacked it, he was a little surprised to find that he had received such a birthday present from her.

Open it carefully, there is his figure captured at the celebration party, there are photos of the two of them recorded by others, there are photos of a few people chatting in the bar, there are three people holding a glass of milk with a funny look, and there are photos of going together The fireflies dancing by the pool while soaking in the hot springs, as well as the scenery along the way captured on the way, barely filled one-third of the photo album, and there are still many blank pages behind.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes, showing a gentle smile, with despair buried deep in his bones.

"It seems that there is no way to fill in the blank," he sighed with complicated and unpredictable emotions, "this is really..."

"that's too regretful."

The room became so quiet that the air seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, there was a small sound of 'Didi' from somewhere.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, took out the phone from his clothes after a while, and clicked on an interface.

Seeing the things displayed above, bit by bit, like a stop-motion animation, his eyes widened.

On the screen of the phone, above the criss-crossing lines, a small red dot kept flashing.