Humanoid Arsenal Development Program

The heavy and luxurious door slowly opened in front of the three of them, revealing the true face inside.

"Welcome to my collection room." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko spread his arms as if proudly, but his pupils were red with cold blood.

Osamu Dazai glanced expressionlessly at the densely packed rooms that looked like bees' nests, where the red diamond-shaped supernatural crystals were quietly suspended in the small grids, spinning slowly.

Although it exudes a magnificent light, it doesn't attract him at all.Osamu Dazai's fingers silently probed into the inner pocket and touched a hard and cold object. A red light flashed in the next second, and another magnificent red supernatural crystal appeared.

"Here comes another one." Shibusawa Ryuhiko said softly in a soothing tone, Dazai raised his eyes, the crystal was shining with cold blood.

"It's a pity that another person with supernatural powers has died here in Yokohama." Fyodor, wearing a white felt hat, narrowed his eyes and said, Shibusawa Ryuhiko continued his words, "It doesn't matter how many supernatural powers you get. Necessary because..."

He held an exquisite glass cup in both hands, and the glass reflected the cold blood in his eyes: "Without the ability that should be stored here, everything is meaningless."

"Really." Osamu Dazai looked away indifferently.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko turned his head: "It's just a bunch of muscles, this is the existence of others in my eyes."

"Everything is so boring, everyone can see through it with just one glance, it's really boring."

He stretched out his hand to caress a supernatural crystal, and the long white hair seemed to reveal the cold face of the corpse.

"Don't you think so, Dazai-kun." Those bloody eyes enlarged in front of him, and there was a blankness inside.

Osamu Dazai looked at him, then closed his eyes quietly: "I used to think so too."

"Oh?"

"Death and existence are two sides of the same body. Life can only gain meaning at the moment of death. Before that, you are just constantly pushing boulders but you will never reach the top of the mountain."

Osamu Dazai narrated in a flat voice, his fingertips kept pressing on the jewel in the lining pocket.

"You can never escape the labyrinth of birth and death, there is no way out, so you try to fly to the sky on wings of beeswax."

"Ah..." Shibusawa Ryuhiko closed his eyes, and a satisfied smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth, "And then enter another pure white world?"

"No." Osamu Dazai's expression was very indifferent, "The sun melted its wings, fell into the sea and drowned."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was stunned for a second, he carefully examined the overly handsome face in front of him, with a hint of melancholy appearing between his brows, he spoke slowly for a long time.

"Dazai-kun, are you yearning for death?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Dazai Osamu asked back, being asked by such straightforward words as if they didn't match Dazai Osamu, Shibusawa Ryuhiko suddenly fell into a moment of silence.

"Maybe Dazai-kun actually wants to live?" Fyodor, who was keeping a smile on the side, said, "Live to death?"

There was a hint of temptation in the words, Dazai Osamu turned around, and the white suit jacket that did not match him slightly raised.

"As a demon, do you even think about the meaning of life?" He replied in a provocative tone, Fyodor seemed to think seriously for a moment, then shook his head with a chuckle.

Osamu Dazai didn't expect him to answer.

"Do you know what 'love' is?" The man's eyes seemed to penetrate all obstacles, as if nothing could stay in his eyes forever.

"It's just a prisoner of desire." Shibusawa Ryuhiko seemed disappointed, and the expression of a numb corpse appeared on his face again.

"It's so pitiful." Osamu Dazai seemed to chuckle slightly.

The girl's figure appeared in his eyes, like a gleaming snowflake frozen in winter.He slowly stretched out his hand, pressing his fingers to his heart.

The flame of desire is still burning.

He raised his head and looked up at the dome that was luxuriously gilded but empty in his eyes.

In exchange, he exchanged death for the desire to keep his life burning.

"I don't want to answer any of your questions." He said mercilessly and coldly, ignoring the interested eyes of the Russian man wearing a white felt hat, and closed his eyes.

"Let's get started." His voice was calm and unwavering.

Tick, tick, the minute hand moved quietly, making a small sound.

"I thought you wouldn't believe in love." The girl sitting opposite spoke slowly, Konno Nagi looked down at the liquid surface of the black tea, her voice was ethereal like a flickering light at the bottom of the lake, " Did you hear the pendulum?"

The person opposite tilted his head.

"Life is like a pendulum, extreme pain and extreme boredom are of the same status." Konno Nagi lowered her eyes, lavender blood vessels faintly peeked through her pale skin, and the edge of the night-glowing black cloak hung down to her waist. The shadows connect here.

"If you had to choose between pain and boredom, which would you choose?"

"Hey, it sounds very scary." Although she said this, the smile on the corner of her mouth remained unchanged. She made a gesture of thinking, as if she was thinking seriously, but she had already answered with a smile, " Compared to pain, boredom is the scariest prison."

"People are made of desires." Konno Nagi heard his voice as if a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of a lake in winter, unable to make any ripples. "If you can't satisfy your desires, you will suffer. If your desires are satisfied, you will be bored."

The candle flame flickered faintly, drop by drop of wax oil dripped down the golden candlestick onto the table, and was instantly solidified by the cold air.

Desire is the root driving force for human beings to continue to struggle in the world.On the dinner plate was an apple that had been cut into pieces like crescent moons, but no one touched it.

"I used to want to think with absolute rationality, love the definition of this kind of thing."

She said slowly, the corners of her lips seemed to raise a slight arc: "It was only later that I discovered that love itself is the most irrational desire."

Desire and rationality are completely at opposite ends, the closer to desire, the farther away from rationality.But human beings are filled with desires, and human beings without desires are nothing more than empty shells.

"You are also bound." The other party sighed softly, Konno Nagi looked at her, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Maybe, as you said, it's better than being boring."

The white flesh on the surface of the apple has gradually oxidized and turned brown, like the golden leaves hanging on the dead branches in autumn, crumbling.

Click, the soft sound made by the light collision between the chess pieces and the black and white chessboard.The other party withdrew his hand leisurely: "You lost."

Konno Nagi stared at the relaxed smile on the girl's face, and the red scarf draped over the collar of the other party's long black trench coat.She stood up shyly.

Her shadow fell on the dark brown floor, scattered thousands of figures, and fell on the clean glass and refracted into the glimmer of light in the deep pupils.

She turned her face sideways, her soft long hair brushing the corners of her pale lips.

"No, I should have won this game."

Her finger leisurely landed on the pawn chess piece that had already touched the opponent's bottom line: "Soldier promotion - post."

"Ah, it's really a good move." The smile on the opponent's face widened a bit, "But, remember the special case of pawn promotion, have you ever thought about this move?"

She reached out and grabbed Bai Fang's king and rook, and said in a leisurely tone, "The king's rook changes positions."

The two looked at each other, and there was a faint fire flickering in the depths of the black pupils that almost seemed to be withdrawn.

"Is it a draw?"

"Of course, a draw."

As soon as the words fell, the hour hand clicked, as crisp as spring water hitting a stone.

Konno Nagi seemed to be staring at the dark and misty Yokohama night outside the window for a few seconds: "The time is coming."

"Are you ready to go now?" The girl in the red scarf leaned back on the chair leisurely, and slowly raised the apple that had been oxidized by the silver fork with spots like dried blood with one hand.

"Well, she's here." Konno Nagi let out a breath, watching the white mist instantly condense on the cold glass and turn into small water droplets, and the surface of the water droplets reflected strange colors, "I should go. "

"Good luck, Nagi." She raised the apple in her hand with a smile, Konno Nagi chuckled, held the other's wrist, bent down, nimbly bit the piece of apple, and swallowed it.

"You too, Nagi."

She opened the door.

Osamu Dazai stared at the two supernatural power crystals, which emitted a strong light after he touched them, and turned into two spinning red balls that fused together.

It went up, up, up, and finally ballooned.

"As long as you touch that, it's all over..." Osamu Dazai looked at the swelling red ball of light with supernatural powers.

There was a sound of friction between the door opening and the ground behind him, and Osamu Dazai turned around hesitantly.

"boom!"

The bullet that struck at high speed from the gap in the door accurately sank into his chest.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide in shock, but he couldn't help but bend down because of the pain.

Da, da, da, in the door that gradually opened backwards, the sound of shoe soles colliding with the floor can be clearly heard.

The long hair fluttering in the air, the petite body wrapped in a white coat, and the slightly raised black pupils, intertwined with playfulness and indifference, it was the face of a girl he was most familiar with.

And on that slender hand, gunpowder smoke still lingers on the gun.

"You are finally here, my closest collaborator." Fyodor's lips curled up in pleasure, and he performed an elegant courtesy.

"Miss Konno."

In the suddenly dilated iris pupils, the girl held a decayed skull in her other hand.He watched helplessly as the girl passed over his body lightly, and the corner of the white windbreaker passed over his head. Shi Shiran walked in front of the Russian, and then slowly turned her head.

The piercing coolness reflected in the slightly curved dark eyes.

"Nagi...chan..."

As if uttering these two words had exhausted all his strength, Osamu Dazai finally couldn't hold on and collapsed completely, his vision plunged into darkness.