Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Yokohama.

In the desolate old warehouse street, a three-coloured cat nimbly ran past, and was excited by the terrible movement, and quickly rushed into the dark alley beside it.

Fierce gunshots rang out continuously, and the rain curtain woven by the flames illuminated the gloomy streets at this time, accompanied by blood spraying on the ground continuously with wailing, and the fresh life turned into stains on the ground in an instant.

Then the gunshots that were as dense as raindrops became dry, and gradually weakened like beans falling on the ground. It was obvious that there were not many people still alive at this moment.

"pat, pat..."

The leather shoes fell on the bluestone slab, a little dull, from far to near.

The black leather shoes were as light as stepping on a pool of blood, as if stepping on a spray of water. Obviously, the sound of gunfire from the battlefield did not make him choose to take a detour.

Osamu Dazai looked around. At this time, there were already floating corpses everywhere and a mess. He believed that the constantly falling snowflakes would soon cover up these dazzlingly bright colors.

He raised his eyelids bored and continued walking forward.

Suddenly a faint sound came from behind him, it was the sound of a gun being loaded.

Osamu Dazai, who didn't plan to stay at first, gave a little childish smile and turned around.

The man lying in the pool of blood was already dying, but he still raised his gun subconsciously when he heard the sound, as if his eyes were red. At this time, although the muzzle of the dark gun shook slightly, it accurately locked Osamu Dazai within the firing range.

"It's amazingly exuberant vitality!" Osamu Dazai exclaimed, with even more surprise in his eyes.

"Sa-- let's shoot, you have to hit here accurately? Can it be done?" He opened his iris-colored eyes happily, and tapped his forehead with his white fingertips.

"bump--"

The man is a professional sniper, but the cold temperature and the constant loss of blood made him lose the aim he was so proud of in the past. The bullet flew past the hair by Dazai Osamu's ear, and hit a dead tree in the distance. old tree.

Osamu Dazai was unscathed, but the gun slipped from the man's hand.

Gee.

"It's really useless." Tear off the corner of his mouth, Osamu Dazai turned and left without interest.

"Kill...I...please." The man begged.

The freezing temperature and the pain of feeling the passing of life kept biting his body, making the man unbearable.

Stopping in his tracks, Dazai pondered for a while, "I will grant your wish, and you will show me your precious death. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

Without hesitation, he picked up a pistol that fell by his feet, came to the man, and slowly raised the gun.

The man had lost the strength to speak at this moment, and he closed his eyes by default, with a peaceful face.

"So--"

There was a faint brilliance in the iris-colored eyes.

"Bang bang bang-"

The man's body shook a few times like a cloth bag, and he died after a few breaths. At this moment, he, like his companions and enemies, had become an object on the ground.

After three shots, the clip was empty.

The biting cold wind blew over the corpses all over the ground.

Osamu Dazai stood on the spot silently for a while, his black hair covering his only exposed eye, no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

When he raised his head, he returned to his indifferent expression of being indifferent to everything.

"Snapped."

The gun fell to the ground, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually going away.

The streets were dusty and empty, and there were rice-like snowflakes floating in the dark sky, lightly falling on the cheeks, causing biting ripples.

I remember that there is a very wide and clear river in front of me...

but--

He glanced back casually out of the corner of his eyes, and finally asked, "Miss, how long are you going to follow me?"

From the time he came to Warehouse Street, the little girl had been following him.The sound of the fierce gun battle didn't scare her away, and the way she just killed didn't frighten her.

Are you afraid of getting lost in the battle situation?Lost a family member?Any ordinary person would probably take her to the police station or send her to an orphanage, maybe even adopt her directly.

After all, people always prefer beautiful things.

But unfortunately - he has no such interest.

The girl's name is Hill, and her memory starts counting when she opens her eyes and sees an empty street.

Looking at Osamu Dazai in front of her, she tilted her head in confusion, "Can't I follow you?"

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just glanced at her lightly and continued to walk forward.

Hill stayed in place for a while, hesitating in his heart, but soon decided to follow.

She doesn't know where she came from, and she doesn't know what to do next, like a chick that has just hatched and lost its resting place, she doesn't remember anything.

Before meeting Osamu Dazai, Hill sat blankly on the street for quite a long time, the snowflakes that made her uncomfortable kept falling, making her shiver uncontrollably until she saw this young man exuding alienation, as if static A moving focal point in the world.

So she instinctively stood up following the boy's steps, and followed him to this place.

At the end of the street is a river that flows horizontally. The river has not been completely frozen, only a small area of ​​floating ice.

As the snow fell more and more heavily, Osamu Dazai walked to the center of the bridge with some floating steps as if attracted.

He stepped on the railing with his right foot slowly, followed by his left foot, and then climbed up, staggering and standing upright.Finally, he smiled all over his face, and there was a gleam of light in his dry eyes.

"It feels like you are very unhappy." Hill silently stood behind him.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai turned his head, with a shallow smile on his face: "I'm very happy now."

"……why?"

"Because I'm going to die."

"...Eh?" Hill slightly opened his eyes.

In other words, he said he was happy about his impending death.

But obviously...

Every move and every word of this person in front of him is like a beautiful oil painting covered and smeared to cover up something.

"You say you're happy about death, do you mean that living makes you miserable?"

"Yes." He said in a seemingly good mood.

"you are very funny."

"Oh? I'm so happy to be told that by the beautiful little lady."

"But, it's the same for you whether you're alive or dead."

"Because it's scary?" Hill leaned on the railing, looking at the ice floes on the river, "Although I don't remember anything, I can't understand your feelings, but it should be like I hate these snowflakes and these ice cubes Bar."

Slowly, Osamu Dazai restrained his smile, and all facial expressions receded like a tide.

"Miss is the one, it's very interesting..." He sighed softly, even though he was standing on the icy railing, he stood very steadily and his figure was tall and straight.

The human beings I met in the past are as simple as the display screen behind a medical device, either greedy, ordinary, honest, or stupid...but they are all equally boring.

But now, it was the first time for him to experience the feeling of being seen through—just like the people he saw through.

However, even if there is no aloofness in her eyes that belongs to inquiry, it is clear and calm, just like asking a common sense of logic, it seems that even his gloomy breath can be properly tolerated.

But it still made him feel a sense of being offended—for touching areas that had never been explored.

Osamu Dazai stared at the river without making a sound.

Hill asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm admiring the scenery, the scenery called 'Death'."

When talking about death, his voice was very gentle, like kissing death.

Human life is a connection between two points, and the meaning is from one end to the other.Human beings are equal during life and equal after death, so whether the monotonous connection in the middle is long or short is no longer important.

——Then what is the meaning of human existence?

He put his thumb on his chin and thought for a while, sighing to himself: "'Death'...is the end of life, it is the only one in a person's life, and the most valuable thing."

"But—" As if remembering something, he showed a doomsday-like sneer as if muddy water had been boiled, "This world cannot tolerate death, there are always people who want to oppress others, or think self-righteously to save others, so Can't leave others to die freely."

For example, Mr. Mori who rescued him in an unnecessary move.

It's almost enough... As far as the worldly life is concerned, he can imagine everything he can work hard for, and he has recognized early on the boundaries that he can never surpass.

So...enough is enough.

When Osamu Dazai was about to jump into the cold river, the sudden pulling force behind him almost made him fall backwards.

"What? Do you want to stop me too?" He turned back blankly.

As if the surrounding air was pulled away, time froze in a dead silence, so delicate that it was suffocating.

"No, I just have a problem." Hill didn't seem to notice his depression, "Although you are serious about committing suicide, you don't want to die. Hey, what do you want to use death to find?"

It's like being trapped in a pure white room, because she asked too seriously, it seemed that he, the black spot, had nowhere to escape.

"..."

Dazai Osamu's expression was a bit dazed, and his cheeks with a little baby fat made him appear immature at his age.

With the fluttering snowflakes, there are many images in front of me, as if covered with a layer of light veil.

He subconsciously moved his legs that were stiff and numb from the cold, and his throat was a little dry.

But at this moment he forgot that the round and smooth steel railings at his feet were not easy to stand on, not to mention the "slip agent" that kept falling from the sky and accumulated on the surface of the railings.

So he slipped and fell headlong into the river. This accident made his eyes widen for a moment, and he was at a loss for a long time.

Hill was also taken aback, and leaned out, only in time to hold one of his ankles with both hands. She looked dazed, and before she understood what happened, she was dragged down together.

"—Plop."

The calm river water splashed beautifully.

In the freezing cold, the large black coat had long been lost in the water, and now he was floating alone on the water.

Countless suicide experiences have long made Osamu Dazai's already unhealthy body weaker. The icy river water made his legs as stiff as lead, constantly freezing every nerve.

And the place where they fell into the water happened to be in the center of the river, far away from the shore.

"Can you swim?" His hands and feet were almost numb and he couldn't lift them up. Of course, he didn't intend to struggle.

The current situation is just as desired.

If this girl can swim, let her swim back by herself, Osamu Dazai thought irresponsibly.

Hill looked at his handsome face close at hand, and shook his head honestly.

"Ha." Dazai Osamu chuckled, jokingly said in a weak tone: "Although it's not my intention to let you die with me... But you see, if two people go together, the road to Huangquan Hirazaka will be very difficult. You're not alone anymore, are you?"

Hill thought about it, and it seemed to be true, so she nodded in agreement.

"..." Osamu Dazai was blocked for a moment.

It would be nice to die with the child though.

He looked forward to it again, put down his disguise, and lost the last smile on his face.

——Then let us sink peacefully to the bottom of this gentle river, and fall into eternal sleep together.

The snow slowly fell and merged into the water, and the river gradually returned to calm.