The whole world has my vest

Osamu Dazai, who was asked by Moriarty, didn't question everything in front of him, he just sat down on the only vacant single sofa.

Dostoevsky, who was wrapped in a cocoon, was still asleep. Osamu Dazai exhaled lightly, and looked at Holmes who was sitting on the other side.

"Did Mr. Holmes come here to find Professor Moriarty, or to find Joshua?"

Judging by Holmes' attitude, it was obviously the latter.

The famous detective from London glanced at Osamu Dazai lightly, and then he chuckled, and the deep and mellow voice like a cello sounded clear and clear: "It seems that Mr. Dazai's mentality of wanting to get to the bottom of everything is not true. Perfect for being a detective."

"Well, after all, I'm also a member of the Armed Detective Agency now."

Osamu Dazai spread his hands with a smile, but only he knew how heavy his heart was at the moment.

Holmes's cobalt blue eyes fell on Osamu Dazai, and he chuckled inexplicably.

Osamu Dazai swept his gaze, and saw a slightly raised piece under Holmes' coat, probably hiding a loaded firearm.

The famous detective leaned forward slightly, his elbow resting easily on the armrest of the sofa, but if something unexpected happens, he can stand up at any time, or move aside to avoid possible attacks.

"If I had malicious intentions towards you, then I wouldn't come to you with the information I know."

"That Lord Ranbu is very clear that what I said is the truth."

Just a part of the whole truth.

It is true that he wants to find his old enemy and prevent the disaster. Holmes suspects that John's fake death is also true.

"Yokohama is a treasure land of geomantic omen." Professor Moriarty said with a smile, the tip of the owl walking stick he was holding was shining coldly,

"Not only did I find my old friend who lived in seclusion, but my dear old enemy also came after hearing the news-this wonderful place should be given an exclusive gift."

"Forget about 'Great Gift'. The person you are targeting, whether it is an enemy or a disciple, is really the worst ending."

Holmes grumbled coldly.

"Besides, haven't you already delivered it? After your disciple 'jumped off', the darkness of this city has already belonged to your palm."

"Oh, actually, I didn't do anything, but I just put an end to my ineffective disciples. After all, I have to keep my promise. The dragon who was defeated by the brave in fairy tales should leave the stage."

The gentleman who didn't care about the cynicism of his old enemy blinked and smiled kindly.

Osamu Dazai sat in the hall that was almost smelling of gunpowder without changing his expression, and even listened to the conversation between the two with great interest, catching the clues they revealed from it.

"Ahem." Joshua coughed lightly, and looked at the two who were about to draw swords.

"This is not the time for a war of words between you and me. Let's leave the venue to Jojo and his guests—the old grudge between you and me should be resolved separately." Holmes heard the string song and stood up first. He stretched his wrist, He raised his eyebrows, and his gaze stabbed at Professor Moriarty like a sharp knife.

"That's exactly what I mean." Without further hints, Professor Moriarty also stood up, with an aggressive expression on his face, as if he wanted to destroy something that was enough to please him.

They disappeared through the door one after the other.

Obviously, I have been here several times, but this pet shop that has not changed seems to be strange now.

Osamu Dazai stirred the coffee placed in front of him, as if making jokes as usual.

"Qiao Qiao, you are really going too far. Even though His Excellency Holmes and Professor Moriarty belong to you, you stay in this Chinatown as if you don't know anything, watching us scurry around, and you are too busy .”

With just one glance, Osamu Dazai saw that Sherlock Holmes from "The Bell Tower Attendant" and Professor Moriarty who controls "Firefly" are both Joshua's people.

As for being old enemies... This is not surprising, on the contrary, it can make the two people who are incompatible with each other offer their loyalty to him, isn't it just a proof of Joshua's charisma and superb skills?

"Atsu-kun is the official member of the Armed Detective Agency. Ryunosuke-kun has been spotted by the Supernatural Secret Service and is trying to persuade him to join the system. Silver has become a well-known idol throughout the country. In her name, there is no reason why I can't invite you." Your guest. You once gave Mr. Mori a unicorn, and the cadre of the Port Mafia, the strongest fighter in the Central Plains, also owes you a life."

"Now the most difficult leader of the House of Dead Rats, one of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man is also in your hands. It can be said that you hold the handle of the top forces in the world in your hands, and you have buried your eyes, ears and hands in it. "

Whether Holmes and Moriarty were undercover agents from the beginning, or whether they were subordinate to Joshua later, it can be seen that Joshua's influence is far more than the part that is currently exposed.

Maybe if you sink your eyes deeper into the bottom of the water, you will see the tip of the iceberg that is larger than the surface of the water.

Captured the difficult Dostoevsky, and the armed detective agency, the port mafia, and even the supernatural secret service are all inextricably linked with the black-haired young man in front of him. What does it mean? ?

——As long as Joshua is willing, he can instantly become the uncrowned king of Yokohama, Japan, and even the whole world.

"This is really a serious accusation, Dazai-kun." Joshua shook his head, but said with a light smile.

"'Diamonds can only be polished by diamonds', isn't that what everyone in Yokohama believes in? So I'm just doing as the Romans do."

"As for watching everyone busy everywhere..."

"I asked Holmes to help you regardless of the danger of revealing his identity. Otherwise, he could have continued to stay in the 'belltower servant'."

Joshua said so.

Osamu Dazai sneered, and said lazily: "Liar—you obviously let Mr. Holmes sneak into the 'Clock Tower Attendants' on purpose, right? The reason why he appeared here is because he no longer needs to stay in that supernatural organization." Yes. I saw his expression just now, he was very happy to be by your side, and he didn't care about being seen through his identity at all. The "Clock Tower Attendant" is really pitiful. Even His Excellency Agatha would vomit blood from anger—I just don’t know if the black tea mixed with blood still suits her taste.”

If the current leader of the "Clock Tower Attendant" who once commented that the burning city is the most suitable for black tea, if he hears Dazai Osamu's sharp-tongued sarcasm, I am afraid that Yokohama, which has already been tortured, will suffer another firestorm. Bar.

"When the last piece of the wish gem is in your hand, I should have noticed it. From the beginning, the wish gem was a bait, right? Why is there such a thing that happens to satisfy the wish? We are all trapped by Dostoy I was so blinded by Fowski's horror that he never thought of the possibility that he, too, had been deceived."

"We've all been fooled around, whether it's 'Clock Tower Attendant', 'Combined', 'Five Decays', 'House of Dead Rats', the Port Mafia, Armed Detective Agency, and Special Agents are all here with you On the chessboard, act according to your will."

Joshua laughed, and even clapped his hands very cooperatively. The crisp applause echoed in the bright hall: "As expected of you, Dazai-kun."

"Although it is indeed a sense of accomplishment to complete a layout that no one has discovered, it will be even more boring when the play is completed without the audience watching and evaluating."

"Any creator hopes that readers who want to see his work can read it. Otherwise, it would be too lonely to create but no one reads it."

Joshua picked up his own porcelain cup, and the clear and fragrant amber liquid inside rippled round and round in the cup.

This porcelain cup was made by Atsushi Nakajima and the others during their handicraft class. One was made by Qiao Shuya for drinking tea, the other was used as a mouthwash cup, and the other was made for cold boiled water.

None of the hearts of the three children was wasted.

"So you chose me?"

After hearing these words, Osamu Dazai relaxed, his whole body sank into the single sofa, and his whole body seemed to melt on it.

After confirming the intention of Joshua's layout, Osamu Dazai did not question the authenticity of Joshua's words at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and murmured: "Then this is really a grand script— —Obviously every scene is not connected, and even unknowingly participated in it.”

The kite-haired youth raised his deep eyes, reflecting the black-haired youth's smile that never changed from beginning to end.

"What about you, Joshua, how do you plan to make this script a perfect curtain call?"

"It's already underway."

Joshua replied lightly.

As his words fell to the ground, the walls and ceiling of the originally magnificent and bright hall melted like ice cream, and disappeared completely in a short period of time.

After the wall disappears, the exposed scenery is not Chinatown, nor any region on the earth, but above the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The deep blue universe and the light of those celestial bodies hovered above their heads, the snow-white cloud sea was like roaring sea waves, and the silver moon, which should have been light years away, was so close that it seemed within reach.

Joshua sat firmly on his rocking chair, but Dostotevsky's cocoon quietly disappeared.

Small white dots of light fell in mid-air, Osamu Dazai accidentally touched one of them, and then a fragment flashed in his brain - he saw himself holding a pair of hands, full of wrinkles and thickness Cocooned ones, some are old and about to die, and some are immature and soft, just getting new life.

And from those gentle and smiling eyes, Osamu Dazai saw his own reflection. Although it was just a quick glance, he could be sure that it was Dostoevsky's face.

Although his expression and temperament have changed to be completely different, Osamu Dazai will not mistake this Russian who has made him suffer a lot.

"What did you do to him?" Osamu Dazai suddenly looked at Joshua and asked in a low voice.

"Don't think about it, don't get me wrong, I didn't intend to feed him as a pet." Joshua denied it three times.

"Lovely pets can suffer from indigestion," he added.

"I just fulfilled his wish and thoughtfully pointed out a feasible path for him."

"These shards of light are probably Dostoevsky's dream."

Osamu Dazai no longer tried to touch those fine scattered light spots like fireflies or falling snow.

What a joke, either having the same dream as Dostoevsky or 'seeing' this guy's dream is enough to make Osamu Dazai sick and goosebumps all over his body.

Not to mention the pictures presented by those dream fragments, who is that guy with a refreshing and satisfied smile, who seems to have realized the value of life! ?

"Qiao Qiao, you are so gentle. If it were me, I wouldn't do this." Osamu Dazai curled his lips.

If it were him, he would definitely kill this prisoner, who is extremely dangerous, and who can win over equally dangerous criminals for his own use, once and for all.

Well, maybe it would be interesting to keep Dostoevsky in prison for the rest of his life, and it would be better to send some news to the prison from time to time that would make Dostoevsky jump in anger, so that he can feel it Everything that I have worked hard to plan and rack my brains to long for is drifting away, irreversible, and powerless pain.

This can be regarded as punishment, otherwise, let Dostoyevsky feel the sweetness and peace of eternal death, Osamu Dazai thought it might be a kind of gift.

"Civilized people don't shout about beating and killing." Joshua corrected Osamu Dazai.

"Comrade Fei Jia just took the wrong path, but his ideals are still quite lofty."

"It can't be compared with those dregs that are rotten from the bottom up."

"When you see him again, you should be able to see a completely reborn Don Dostoevsky." Joshua stood up from his rocking chair.

The original pet shop has completely exposed its true body—a simple and elegant ark that has been sailing for a long time, those shining jewels, those handsome or glamorous, with hair The non-human creatures with animal ears on their tops, or wings stretched out from their backs, were looking at Joshua with burning eyes. Their loving and reverent eyes seemed to be guarding their only master.

The black-haired young man, who has hardly changed in these years, slowly walked to the bow, watching the ark carrying him sailing to the far side.

"I don't doubt that." Dazai Osamu recalled the dream fragment he accidentally encountered just now, and when he recalled Dostoevsky's energetic and bright eyes, he shivered. He rubbed his arm with goosebumps.

Dazai Osamu saw that Joshua came to the bow, and followed Joshua step by step, poking his head out to look at the rolling clouds and waves under the ark.

When the sea of ​​clouds rolled up the waves, one could vaguely see the lights floating on the black continent below.

This is not a landscape that humans can see, it is grand enough to make humans feel their own insignificance.

"If you commit suicide here, it must be very wonderful." Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hey, Osamu Dazai, why is your supernatural ability called [Disqualification in the World]?"

At this moment, Joshua suddenly asked softly.

Osamu Dazai did not answer, he turned his gaze to Joshua, and remained silent for a long time.

Osamu Dazai knew that he could not lie to deceive the person in front of him, so what he revealed to Joshua at this moment was the essence of the existence called Osamu Dazai.

Even though Dazai Osamu has a handsome appearance that makes most women can't help but soften their hearts, he himself knows best that under his appearance, it will never be something colorful and lingering.

"Because human beings have been chasing happiness since birth, and have the instinct to love and be loved, but I have nothing, and I can't feel anything."

"I'm a coward and a coward. I haven't felt happiness yet, but I worry that I will lose it the moment I get it."

"Although I really want to live an ordinary life more like a human being, but I am more like an ugly monster."