When the double black penetrates the if line

Everything that followed was handled as Osamu Dazai had expected.

There is indeed suspicion, uncertainty, and disbelief, and some people even want to step up and replace it.

However, Mori Ogai is obviously very clever. In just a few days, not even a week, he erased all those unconvinced voices.

As for the group who wanted to replace them—it can only be said that after those few days, no one saw them again.

Osamu Dazai doesn't care much about these things, who cares what the port mafia is like, whether Mori Ogai is on the throne of his leader, these are nothing more than some intrigue, some wins and losses, life and death , the issue of changing power.

No, Osamu Dazai has no interest in these at all.

In the afternoon of that day, he approached Mori Ogai directly, and stated his purpose bluntly: "I'm leaving."

"Eh? Dazai-kun, won't you stay for a while?" Sitting in his brand new office, Mori Ogai raised his head from behind the large desk and said in a somewhat surprised tone, "After all, I get along with you as well. It's quite pleasant, and even Alice likes you."

Alice, like him?

Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back, and let out a sneer in his heart.

He only thought that Alice was just an ordinary little girl when he first met Mori Ogai. Later, he touched Alice's hand, and then Alice disappeared directly in front of him.

Osamu Dazai's ability is disqualification in the world, that is, it can eliminate all abilities of other people.Alice will disappear immediately under his contact, which means that Alice is also in a state of some kind of supernatural power, some kind of humanoid supernatural power.

As for whose humanoid ability is it, besides Mori Ou, who else can it be?

He said that he likes him because of his abilities, but Mori Ogai's words were always full of abnormality.

"No need." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, "I think our cooperation is over, and you have achieved your goal, so I should go too."

"But I really want Osamu Dazai to stay with me for a while longer." Mori Ogai pushed away the document in hand, put down the pen, and said with a smile, "After all, Osamu Dazai is such a smart person, looking at such a good seed , I am also very excited."

Osamu Dazai's eyebrows moved slightly, and he raised his head: "You said so."

Then, as if dissatisfied with the honorific words that came out of his mouth, Osamu Dazai frowned, and continued to speak, but his tone was a little impatient and disgusted: "I helped you with what you promised before." Once, then, I can embrace and go after what I want."

"I'm going to embrace death, but staying with you is not death, there is just an endless cage."

"Those are just the measures I took to ensure that there will be no accidents for you Dazai during that period of time. How can it be called a cage?" Mori Ogai smiled, and his tone was still unhurried, "And, when will I Promised?"

"You want to go back on your word?" Osamu Dazai looked at him coldly.

"No, no, no, I'm not going back on my word."

"What I meant before was that after helping me this time—as the leader, I still have some privileges—I decided to let you join Hong Kong Hei." He said with a smile, "Who said there is no death here? Dazai Osamu, if you investigate, you will find that in this peaceful era, only the supernatural and the mafia have the most deaths."

"As for the port mafia, which has gathered the two names of supernatural beings and mafia, countless people die every year. Whether they died in missions, or as cannon fodder on the street in the fight between several organizations There is nothing lacking in death." As Mori Ogai spoke, a somewhat cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"After all." His voice suddenly softened a few degrees, and the volume also lowered a bit. He uttered the cold and cruel reality in a tone as if he was speaking an intimate whisper.

"If I'm not mistaken, Dazai ruled you, so you can't die."

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, but still looked at Mori Ogai silently, something that could only be called dark surged up in his pupils like a tide.

"You've committed suicide so many times, whether it's hanging yourself, diving into the water, or trying to cut your wrists, have you never succeeded?" Mori Ogai's tone was still cold, showing a bit of gloominess because he deliberately lowered his voice. Seriously, "So many suicide attempts, I think not only me, but you yourself have already realized this, right?"

"It's like a curse, you can never die, you can only suffer for a long time in this boring life, watching your own time go by bit by bit, but you can't end it in any way."

"Osamu Dazai, you must be suffering, right? You are still chasing death, just to give yourself some comfort, because even if you know from the bottom of your heart, you cannot die. Either way, no matter what means you use, you can't die, you can only be hung in the world forcibly."

"Never, never." Mori Ogai showed a cruel expression on his face, and said word by word, "Osamu Dazai, you will never die."

"Despite this, you are still committing suicide. Aren't you just escaping from reality? Isn't it just seeking a psychological comfort for yourself, an excuse to avoid the bloody truth?"

"Admit it, Dazai."

"Reaper doesn't welcome you, you no longer belong to human beings."

"..."

With the last words falling, the office fell into a long silence.

Of course Osamu Dazai knew all of this, he thought that what he did might be just like what Mori Ogai said, just looking for a reason to escape from reality.

But so what?

Suicide is his choice, and failure is also his final result. What does it have to do with Mori Ogai?

Mori Ogai probably took pleasure in the pain of others in this way, watching the wound hidden in the deepest part of his heart being pulled out abruptly by him, and then tearing off the scab that had just formed on it, tearing off the flesh and blood underneath, watching the blood flow continuously Will Mori Ogai feel pleasure when the gushing wound is torn open?

Osamu Dazai couldn't describe what kind of mood he was feeling in his heart at the moment, he only felt that some kind of cold, creepy venom was gradually pouring into his heart, sealing that wound, and also brought a small trace called killing. A spark of meaning.

At no point did Osamu Dazai realize more clearly than now that he really hates Mori Ogai.

I hate it so much that I want Mori Ogai to die.

I want to see Mori Ogai being cut, throated, pierced, and pierced like the leader lying on the hospital bed, watching the life in his body being squeezed out bit by bit, and finally only The next sentence is a lifeless shell.

"What do you want me to do?" Dazai Osamu's heart was cold and terrifying, full of venom, but his tone was well controlled by him, calm and unruffled, "Mori Ogai, what do you want me to do?" Do?"

"Didn't I say it a long time ago?" Hearing Osamu Dazai's words, the smile on the corner of Mori Ogai's mouth continued to widen, "I want you to join the port mafia."

"Join us!" Mori Ogai said, while opening his arms, "here you can see the most colorful death, you can touch the edge of the cliff of death, you can smell the breath of death, you can Touching the robe of death, you can even greet the god of death face to face."

"Osamu Dazai, I have observed you. You should belong to darkness by birth. You have powerful supernatural powers, an indifferent attitude towards life and death, and a special constitution that cannot die. As long as you are willing, the entire dark world is to you what the sea is to you." A fish, here you will reap the happiest truth and get in touch with the truest self."

"I will teach you, as your teacher, teach you the knowledge you need to know. I will take you down in Hong Kong and Hei, and guide you on this path that is destined for you. Watch You grow slowly until you finally become the darkness itself." Mori Ogai's voice had fully returned to normal volume, his eyes were amazingly bright, and he continued to speak in an extremely crazy tone.

"You may not be able to plunge into the embrace of death, but here, you will definitely be able to have the most intimate contact with death and the most zero-distance communication."

"Join us, join the port mafia. I need you, this dark world needs you. You'll be black, you'll be like a duck to water."

"Osamu Dazai, you were born to belong to darkness."

Osamu Dazai listened to Mori Ogai's words calmly, watched his movements, and looked at his slightly crazy eyes.

It wasn't until Mori Ogai's words paused a bit, and when he cast his eyes that were still astonishingly bright, Osamu Dazai gently lowered his eyelids, covering up all the emotions in his eyes.

"Okay." He heard his own voice, with a joy and carelessness that was completely different from his own heart.

Osamu Dazai raised his head and showed a hypocritical smile to Mori Ogai: "Of course."

"After all, Mr. Mori is the leader of the port mafia. As your future student and heir to your knowledge, how can I...not join here?"