[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

Walking along the path of a weak light that seems to be extinguished in the next second.

On that path that you have also traveled, you are about to share what you see.

At this moment, he also really knew that he was walking towards the heart of the man named 'Oda Sakunosuke'.

-how do you know.

-I know, better than anyone.

The voice of that day still seemed to be reverberating in my ears, along with that firm and firm will that seemed unshakable no matter what the wind and waves.

what.

Maybe our worlds are connected.

The idea that emerged in my mind was eroded by regret like thick ink poured out of a bottle, why didn't I notice it until now.

Immediately he understood that it wasn't that he didn't notice it, but that he hadn't noticed the existence of this idea all along.

He regards the world as decay and nothingness, and the people and things in the world are also regarded as something equivalent to this world.

Even if it is painful and lonely, as long as these entangle him, he will still be reduced to some kind of existence similar to wild beasts and wild dogs.

I have the same coldness and arrogance as the world, and something accumulated from these things began to eat away at this body, this heart.

Then he shut himself in the dream of this decayed world, and then kept sinking.

Man is born to redeem himself.

A smile appeared on that face that had lost its color, just like the smile on the face of a young child that was purer than anything else. When he saw that smile, his mean heart was inexplicably relieved.

Then came the joy.

is joy.

Undoubtedly joy.

It is the kind of joy mixed with sadness that makes me a little dumbfounded.

His friend is out of this world, in his own lonely and painful world, in a struggle with an existence.

He won, he completed his own redemption.

Become a human being who does not bear the name 'Oda Sakunosuke', but really becomes Oda Sakunosuke.

From the quagmire called 'myself'.

And the only one who can redeem himself is the self named 'self'.

He got up from the ground, the sand-colored coat was stained with young grass leaves, his cloudy eyes gradually became clear under the sunlight, the cries of seagulls came from above, and clusters of clouds surged in the distance.

Like the shadows of the dark night ahead.

Dazai didn't pat the leaves on his body, he walked around to the tombstone with easy but heavy steps.

There are familiar names engraved on it, no photos, no flowers, and the group photos placed here earlier have disappeared.

But for some reason, he could imagine the other party's expression at the moment, it must be smiling, smiling.

He reached out and stroked the name. "Actually, I am also a ghost like Mimic, Odasaku, you have also seen this, but you must deny this statement, and then regret it alone. You are such a man."

Dazai stood up.

Look at the dark clouds that are coming.

"Your last smile is so refreshing that I feel jealous, Odasaku."

He turned around, didn't say goodbye or see you next time, just walked slowly along the mountain road to the neighborhood in Yokohama with a relaxed silence.

After being able to fully embrace this city, I also want to bid farewell to you in a refreshing and energetic way.

I'm tired, Chuya

Wrapped tightly by the black restraint bag, only a head with fluffy and soft black hair was exposed. The moment he saw himself, he wriggled over like a bug.

To be honest, Chuya's first reaction was to back away. For some reason, he felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

The eyes under the messy black hair, like the eyes of non-human creatures emitting laser rays in movies, are shining with an unusually bright light at the moment.

And the speed of that worm was beyond his imagination, it seemed to have gotten used to this ecology, and became a real worm.

When the body was close to the calf, rubbing and rubbing, Zhong couldn't help shivering. He swore that this was definitely the first time he felt this way after waking up from Radium Body Street.

"中—also—"

This elongated tone is like a precursor to some kind of demon starting to attack. Behind the tone is a certain product called excitement. He seems to have been injected with those disgusting drugs.

It couldn't be better to be in good spirits at the moment.

"Ch—ya—, thousands of mistakes are all Chuya's fault, if it wasn't Chuya's fault, how could I have returned to such a disgusting place. Obviously I should enjoy one in Huangquan Hirazaka It's time for a vacation trip, Chuya, you have to be responsible to me!"

What was that decisive, unquestionable tone at the end?

Really, as long as he heard this voice, he felt the nerves in his body beating irritably and impatiently, and he had the urge to control the gravity and give the other party a hard kick.

But this kind of behavior may give the other party an opportunity to escape this kind of life that can only be a worm.

Zhong also took a deep breath and squatted down.

I don't know why looking at Dazai like this, he felt like he was reading a dog with a human face in a novel of strange nature. This bug has a human-like face, although it is human itself.

"中—also—"

The bug tried to bump into him, but the opponent's strength had never been able to match him, and this Dazai was not in the armed detective agency, who was always moving his body.

I can imagine why the other party was made like this. If his mouth and nose were sealed, he could be thrown into Tokyo Bay as a dead body.

It has been a long time since Chuya felt this kind of tiredness. This is a feeling he didn't have when he was with the Dazai of this world.

He reached out and poked hard on the bluish forehead that was covered by fluffy black hair.

Dazai let out a cry of pain, as if he was knocked down by some force, he felt that his whole head was shaking, and felt that something exploded inside the head that was shaken into a paste.

At this moment, he was really knocked out.

It doesn't come from gravity, but from the impact of gravity. Even if he knows that he has the ability to nullify, the opponent knows how to use his power to achieve the optimal attack mode.

An outstanding cadre in the Port Mafia, Chuya Nakahara, his chosen successor.

It wasn't Koye Ozaki, who had been in the world of the mafia for a long time, nor was it anyone who he found in his own memory when he discovered another world later.

But only Zhongye.

It's just Chuya in the Central Plains!

Because the person in front of him seems to be for the former leader Sen, who is obsessed with, and is also the most ideal character for the dark night in the three-hour concept that he is trying to form.

Even though he is a rough guy when facing himself, he is a responsible, kind, humble and kind person to his subordinates.

But the deterrence brought by his powerful power also convinced every subordinate, just like what he saw at the beginning.

The mafia at the port looked at him, not bowing their heads out of cowardice and fear as they saw themselves, but bending their knees involuntarily out of respect.

When he faces the enemy, he is a sharp sword that makes the enemy fearful and his own peace of mind.

He will not run wild and out of control like himself, desperate, but when the strength erupts with anger, he will constantly restrain and restrain himself, and then become the real ideal appearance.

And after facing strangers who are no longer enemies, they can also be free from the constraints of previous hostility, and treat each other with courtesy, just like friends.

what.

Nakahara Chuya, what the hell are you?

What is it going to be.

With a strong sense of responsibility, sitting in that position will definitely entrust the port mafia firmly.

Strong strength will allow you to win the respect and fear of the enemy, and the most important thing is that the most different from the previous generation and me is the existence of the so-called moral sense, which has become an important part of your body.

If he could not repeat the mistakes of the evil curse, the night would not go out of control to try to swallow the day.

Ideal, better than anyone I've ever seen, is more suitable for the conception of that night.

Gentle and cruel, but as dazzling as the sun.

You are such an existence, the best safety device I have chosen for the port mafia, for the world where Oda Tsukuru is writing novels.

But ah.

The liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes wet his black hair, and his slightly widened eyes seemed to be filled with mixed emotions of sadness and some kind of joy, and it seemed that even he himself didn't realize what was happening to him.

At this moment, he is like some kind of extremely slender and fragile existence that can be easily broken with one finger.

Zhong Ye's body froze, could it be that his poke really hurt that much?

But he also knew that his finger was far inferior to the shootings he had suffered in the past, the torture of the enemy, and the heart that stood alone in this building and was suffering.

Nakaya reached out, and the ungloved fingers stopped before touching him, and he stood up, then turned.

do not.

The hands were tied in restraint bags, and the rope seemed to be embedded in the flesh when struggling, but the hands could not be stretched out.

Those eyes widened slowly, mixed together like beer, cola, and milk poured into a cup, continuously pouring out of the eye sockets.

Zhongye!

This world is too dark.

Why, why, why, why—

don't stay-

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