The daily life of Bat Cubs traveling through Yokohama

Until Osamu Dazai’s words completely dissipated in the air, the silent time slowly flowed between the two of them, the minutes of the clock seemed to go as long as one frame, or the second hand of the clock only moved one frame for a short time .

"So, did you find it?" Jason also looked into the other person's eyes, and looked at the pair of eyes that seemed to be telling a thousand words, but also seemed to be empty and filled with nothingness. .

"..." Osamu Dazai lost his voice.

Osamu Dazai's expression didn't change at all, even too calm, but Jason, who had been staring at him, caught the slight shaking of the other's pupils at that moment.

At that moment, there seemed to be a lost child in the iris world, placed in an illusory maze, the thick black muddy water under his feet covered his ankles, slowing down his steps to find a way out, as if to make him Stick to stay in place.

And this child, with his big eyes that penetrate everything, penetrates the curtain of time, and sees the end of the muddy water overflowing the tip of his nose and blocking any way out.

So... Even if you lift your feet now and walk for a while, what can you do?

Anyway... the ending is already doomed.

"If you take the benefits you have brought in this year in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang as the standard, this is the level of your wisdom...then, you already know—"

Jason paused for a moment, and Osamu Dazai stopped breathing, as if he was waiting for some judgment.

"You won't find it."—the hammer fell.

How could there be a so-called reason to live in that kind of place.

Moreover, in a Mafia-like organization, everything is laid out naked on the table, and it is clear at a glance without analyzing it.

Can the essence of life be seen there?

Of course it can, but that's just the essence you can find in beasts—so primitive, so...deviating from humanity.

Almost all the people here voluntarily gave up their qualifications to live in the world, and voluntarily devoted themselves to the boundless hell filled with sin.

They showed their greed openly, abandoned their human coats, and crouched on the ground like hyenas looking for what they needed for survival—it's just that what the beasts are greedy for is the food that keeps them alive, while theirs It's money, power, the opposite sex... Even for these, you can give up your life.

Where even life can be put on a scale to estimate its value, how can one find a reason to live...and how can one learn to cherish one's own life?

"I...yes, I understand...but..." Osamu Dazai's eyes seemed to pass through the green window and float into an unknown void, "It doesn't matter...all this is just a pastime before death, and There I may be able to get the gift I have been looking forward to for a long time."

So... where else could he go?Everything will not exceed his prediction, even the side that saves people——

"Hey, don't you think you're at a disadvantage?" Jason snapped his fingers in front of Osamu Dazai, calling his attention back.

What is he saying?

"Violence, death, instinct and lust aren't just found in Mafia, Red Hood's garbage removal business includes them too - not your mafia corpse cleaners, you know what I'm talking about - the team also Will take on the business of helping people, and occasionally save the world on the sidelines or something—so, I guarantee the Outlaws are thriving."*

The Outlaws themselves were not a formal team, and Jason had a deep understanding during those days in the parallel world.

They're just...the same lonely people coming together to try to save others—well, let's be honest, they're just...trying to save themselves. *

And there are some different Outlaws in Yokohama... Jason doesn't think he is the leader, but he will try to make the Outlaws move in a similar direction.

As for actually letting Osamu Dazai in and treating him as a teammate danger?

Undoubtedly - very dangerous.

But what stands in front of Jason at this moment is just a lonely soul that is about to cry...

"Is there any difference? Will... find a reason there?" Osamu Dazai asked softly.

"This requires you to experience it for yourself—" Jason continued, "use violent means to save lives from the brink of death, or go against human self-interested instincts to help those who have a strong desire to survive... Mafia What you can touch is too simple, why not jump out and go to a bigger stage? Although it takes more time to explore, the possibility of finding what you want is never better than seeing Is it lower than the border, this backwater where you've already determined that what you're looking for doesn't exist?"

A big red bird flew over the maze and landed on the top of the wall. The ropes with gathered feathers shot out from under its wings and wrapped around the child.

"Is it okay... I'm also on your conviction list?"

The child's fingers twirled the down feathers on the rope, the feathers were so light and weightless, and they looked so soft that they were harmless, but... these feathers would turn into extremely sharp judgment blades at a certain moment, cutting them apart the throat of a sinful man.

It is not only a soft rope to save people, but also can it be turned into a shackle that restrains sin and is full of murderous intent...

"Then don't be too complacent, thinking that you can enjoy this list to yourself," Jason smiled wickedly, the sharpness in his green eyes made this ordinary young man dangerous, and there was an unspeakable glow all over his body. "The number one person on this list is Red Hood, and all members of the Outlaws are on it."

Besides, Osamu Dazai is a member of Mafia, wasn’t he once a bad guy on the street, but that person still gave him a choice-whether to continue sinking in the dirty gravity of Gotham, or try to break free from gravity and fly over Gotham ...

There is also the future bat cub, who was born with sinful blood in his body, and grew up in the center of the sin vortex.Later, in the road of parents retreating north and south, didn't they choose to follow in the footsteps of their father in the end?

No one is inherently evil—well, maybe with a few exceptions.

But even if he was born as a devil, no matter how dark his heart is, as long as he does not choose to harm the world in the end, then even a devil can become a superhero.

——So, the most important thing is not who you are, but who you choose to be.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, although at this time he should complain about whether Jason is too conceited, so confident that the lethality he caused is comparable to those surpassers who destroy the world at every turn, but...

The brilliance emitted by this person is more dazzling than the bright blue moon and the golden stars, such dazzling light confused and disturbed his eyes...

This rope full of feathers and thorns may one day pierce him bloody, but now these feathers are wrapped gently on the rope, so delicate and beautiful in the surrounding desolate environment, he can't help but stretched out-

"On this road, saving people is commonplace, and killing people is occasionally used as a 'sweetener'." Jason saw the eyelashes on the iris eyes trembling, and stretched out his hand with aggravated tone, "Come on? Double Or more experience, perhaps more exciting than being a simple villain."

"...Hehe," Osamu Dazai smiled softly, raised his right hand and put it on it, "The side effect of that plate of tofu hasn't passed yet, have you forgotten? Didn't I join in a long time ago, Jie bird."

"Tell me to break your leg again." Jason tugged at Osamu Dazai's hand, tripping his foot when Dazai was caught off guard, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall to the ground.

Osamu Dazai was not directly knocked down, he twisted one arm to prop himself up, and with the other hand touched the blindfold of the bear in Jason's arms, and then he flipped in mid-air and stood still.

"Huh?" Jason was a little surprised. After all, Osamu Dazai was usually too incoherent. He staggered unsteadily when he was in danger, and sometimes even fell carelessly into the ditch after the battle subsided.

"Hey, how can I say that I'm also at the lower level of Hong Kong Black Body Art, Jiejie Bird~" Dazai Osamu turned the blindfold with one finger, and smiled a little smugly, and then after retreating to a certain distance, he put on the Putting on the blindfold, "Look, now I'm the Bandage Kid~ Then you have to accept that I call you—Little Jaybird~Little Red Bird~"

As he said that, Osamu Dazai took brisk steps and dodged the opponent's next attack.

……

Not long after, Jason caught Osamu Dazai and tied him up with a skillful knot on the hanging swing rope.

"Ha, now you are the swing bandage monster, and I am the big devil who destroys monsters." Jason held his right arm with his left hand and his chin with his right hand, looking at Osamu Dazai maliciously.

"Aren't the monster and the devil on one side?!" Osamu Dazai yelled and complained, "Quickly put——Ah Qiu~"

Osamu Dazai sneezed, probably after strenuous exercise, he was blown by the wind when he calmed down, and he caught a little cold.

When Osamu Dazai came out, he was only wearing the home casual clothes that Jason had provided before. This was a set of upper and lower body that Jason had not worn. Maybe Jason was wearing it just right, but it was a little empty on Osamu Dazai, sorry To what thermal effect.

Regretfully, Jason put away the small punishment toy he was about to take out, and stepped forward to put Osamu Dazai down.

"Why don't you come out in that black coat of yours?" Jason picked up the blanket on the back of the swing bench and threw it on Osamu Dazai's head, covering half of his body.

Osamu Dazai tore off the blanket over his head and wrapped it behind his back, muttering, "It's too ugly to wear work clothes over home clothes, so I don't want it."

When Osamu Dazai was wrapping the blanket tightly, he thought of something again, changed the angle and tied a knot under his neck.

"Dangdang——" Osamu Dazai shook off the blanket and threw it behind him, "A new Bandage Robin is born~"

Jason felt a bit of a stomachache, and Batman would probably have a weird feeling of nausea when he saw it.

"If you keep going, the Red Hood who will make props that make life worse than death will also be born."

"..."

……

On the way to send Osamu Dazai to the bedroom this time, he did not make any fuss in peace.

Probably when he first entered the house, Osamu Dazai secretly put the milk bottle on the window sill outside, which was discovered by Jason, and then Jason carried Dazai to the kitchen and wrapped him in a blanket to form a large swaddle, and then he Unable to move, he was forced to drink Jason's reheated bottle.

Osamu Dazai returned to the bedroom, and when he was about to say goodbye to Jason at the door, Jason leaned on the door frame and threw the bear in his hand to him.

"For me? Gee, I'm too old to need a fucking doll, unlike you—"

"Tch, come on, you know who is the one who won't grow up," Jason interrupted Osamu Dazai, and then raised his chin to make a comparison, "Here, the real gift is on the bow tie."

Osamu Dazai turned Bear over and found the tie clip hidden in the bow.

"Gift? For what?" Osamu Dazai turned the silver-gray tie clip to the back, and there was a small red bat logo in an inconspicuous corner.

"A belated birthday present, congratulations. You have successfully lived for a year, and you are one year older." Jason leaned against the wall with one leg slightly bent, and leaned against the wall with his arms folded.

"What's there to celebrate..."

"It is not easy to overcome diseases, natural disasters, man-made disasters and accidents that can take fragile lives."

"I wish it was easier, no matter what, just take me away..."

Osamu Dazai sighed, and the dejected background visible to the naked eye appeared behind him.

"What are you in such a hurry for? Death is fair, and sooner or later you will reach that other shore."

"That's right, the ending is clear at a glance, life is too boring, maybe the scenery of Santuchuan is even more—"

"It sucks." The black hair fell down, casting a shadow on the upper half of his face.

"How come—" Osamu Dazai put the bear on the table beside him, and took half a step towards Jason, with a nonchalant smile on his face.

"Because—no one knows better than me how bad that would be."

Jason tugging at Osamu Dazai by the collar - perspective switch - Osamu Dazai is now the one leaning against the wall.

"You..." Osamu Dazai looked at the deep green sea in a daze, as if there was a volcano about to erupt. Hot magma was bubbling in the crater, and sparks splashed out of it seemed to scald people.

However, the next moment, the volcano automatically extinguished, and countless seaweeds spread up and gradually engulfed the volcano.

"call……"

Jason quickly quelled the flames of anger, because the object of his anger was not the person in front of him, but...

"Listen," Jason let go of Osamu Dazai's collar, put his arms against the wall behind Osamu Dazai, and lowered his head to lock Dazai's gaze, "Sometimes, death is not the end, but some guy is suffering starting point."

The short life that came to an abrupt end, and the severed thread of life being forcibly stitched up roughly, screaming and struggling to crawl back to the human world-no matter what, it's all terrible...

Osamu Dazai understood immediately—who was the so-called "some guy".

If Osamu Dazai got the most critical piece of the puzzle to know Robin before, then now, he undoubtedly got the most critical piece of the puzzle that constitutes this unique soul.

I'm afraid that Ango will be helpless after learning about this person's history, because Ango will have no way to record this person's life...

However, he would rather never—

"Maybe, after reading the beginning, you know the whole picture of other people's life books, so you feel bored."

"But some books that seem to have ended may surprise you, be continued by yourself, and be continued by...others."

A hand dropped and rested on Osamu Dazai's shoulder, the slightly tightened strength seemed to convey something.

"Try... to help others, to extend the book of someone else's life, especially those few pages that have not had time to grow into a book."

Maybe one day, after saving enough people, he might learn to save himself.

Although they all know in their hearts that as long as there are people, the struggle will never end, and the crime rate will never be reduced to zero.

However, the more stable the environment without much garbage, the more flowers of hope can bloom.

and so……

"When the bookshelves in the peaceful and stable world library are filled to the point where you can't see the end... maybe at that time, you will get a book whose process and ending you can't guess even if you read the beginning. "

——Only human beings can redeem themselves.

……

"Crack." The sound of the door closing woke Osamu Dazai who was leaning against the wall in a daze.

The person in front of me left at some point.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, then moved his stiff body, walked to the table and picked up the doll bear.

Osamu Dazai turned around and threw himself on the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, held the tie clip in front of his eyes, and silently stared at the little blood-red bat on it.

do it with him-

——'A murderous...hero...'

The author has something to say:

Wait for me to correct my mistake... (corrected)

*Adapted from Bucket's Trash Cleanup Manifesto.

*Old Outlaw Time Barrel's thoughts on Outlaws.

Vomit the soul, I don’t want to write soul dialogues anymore, I’m hypoxic in the brain now… QAQ

Speaking of which, regarding the matter of resurrection... I originally wanted to have a conversation sometime later...

Tonight was just a simple exchange of good night, but...

Hug you and rub, eh?