[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

, rotating his body as much as he wanted until the scene of falling.

However, the floor was surprisingly clean, so maybe the latter was more likely.

What separated the entrance from the deeper part of the house was a yellowish shoji door with deep brown stains on it. Something should have happened inside.

And behind the shoji gate is paved with tatami mats, so you can't feel the cold world.

Various poisons and books made of metal were randomly placed on the ground, and of course the real objects did exist.

A small revolver, a sharp dagger, an exquisite jinjisha that can be used as a collection, and an unknown medicine placed in a brown vial on the Zhuo burden table.

There was a cold and suffocating atmosphere in this room.

And the owner who emitted this breath is probably on the way to find someone to die for love at this moment.

Or they have soaked their bodies in the icy river water, trying to sink into a deeper and deeper world with the heart that is gradually losing temperature.

Chuya stretched out his hand to loosen the black tie that was strangling his neck, even though he complained in his heart that this attire was far less comfortable than the previous cross tie, but it was the normal attire for a port mafia leader.

Even in this world, the leader is someone else, but he can't forget the situation they encountered before opening the filth.

As long as he doesn't die completely, he must find ways to return to the world that belongs to him, even if there is no one around him, even if he has to face various jobs every day.

Central Plains must also return to the black building!

He took off his coat and sat on the red sofa for some reason. This sofa is the only color in this room, no, it is probably the only color in this icy world that is frozen and sinking.

Soft but not comfortable, but as a temporary resting place, it is barely suitable.

Before that, he had never formally contacted the life of a human named 'Dazai Osamu'.

To use human beings to say this is not to put oneself in a high position where you can take a bird's-eye view, nor is it to say that Zhongya Zhongya's safety device is stripped away.

It's just that among the human beings that he has come into contact with after opening his eyes, the other party belongs to the special one.

It is so peculiar that it makes the body and mind feel irritated, and even reaches the level of disgust.

A mind that has not reached a mature state cannot go deeper and understand the creature called human being.

And the joy, pain, and sorrow that are similar to by-products produced by human beings will not have the opportunity to understand.

He has been trying to learn, and like normal people, he gradually understands that people can indeed have fun other than 'alone' when they get along with each other.

But in this cognition, there is an extra existence, the human being named Dazai Osamu exudes the smell of loneliness all the time.

More deeply than any human being or creature he had ever seen was that black mud called loneliness and pain.

The gloomy breath seemed to accompany him, like the rainy season's continuous dripping water droplets, and the color of the thick but not very strong clouds that could not be melted away.

When it enveloped Yokohama, it seemed to envelope his whole body.

Although there are unspoken rules in the mafia, he always only obeys the orders of the leader, because this is the object of allegiance after breaking away from <Sheep>.

That object was not a huge organization called the Port Mafia, but some kind of emotion in the immature self who was overwhelmed by the words and will of a man named Mori Ogai.

And after this man ascended to the position of leader, his words and deeds were swayed by the will of the Port Mafia organization.

Zhong also knows that he obeys the order, and at the same time, he doesn't mind violating the regulations. Of course, the premise is that one party accepts the action caused by such a violation.

But since the acquaintance at the age of 15, even as a partner later, the other party has never opened up his territory to him.

It’s just that in those eyes that don’t know where to look, there is a flower called cleanness carved out of Yan Bing, but that ice flower blooms in a dark place that I can’t touch, and it is so fragile one strike.

No one could guess what the other party was thinking when he stood on the top floor of the black building and looked at the city.

Standing behind him is like being blocked by a layer of transparent glass, and can only see the illusory and sad colors reflected on the glass that I don't know if it can be called the window of the heart.

But the color is like the sky in Yokohama, so beautiful, but it makes people feel cold.

He always thought that Osamu Dazai could continue to seal off his own territory, refuse any stepping in, and did not intend to change himself, or slowly make himself fall.

Although he couldn't understand from the bottom of his heart, why this human being has such a strong spirit, but at the same time has such a fragile heart.

But he knew that once they got closer, something would eat away at everything around them.

This is not a battle, but a threat from something. Although he will not be influenced by intuition and instinct, he also hates the behavior of posting after being rejected.

At least in the relationship that is not close or far away, even if the other party makes bad jokes, he can fight back normally, which makes him feel normal and comfortable.

But soon the relationship ended with the death of the man he was loyal to.

The pure white flowers lasted like a rainy season that would never end, the black coffin, the silent crowd, and the red scarf that looked like blood.

It wasn't until later, how many years later, that he vaguely understood that the rainy season that would never end belonged only to the new leader.

cadres and leaders.

An unshakable chain of command.

The distance gradually opened up, and he couldn't understand what happened to this former partner who seemed to never change.

That's what makes you so crazy in the end.

Sitting on that high-backed chair was a ruthless and cold smile, and he was trying his best to plan for something, while I stood behind him and watched quietly.

Supporting the orphan who was picked up to become his secretary, he had a private meeting with the boy called the White Death who exudes weakness.

There is also deliberate contact with the Supernatural Secret Service.

The human being named Osamu Dazai seemed to be being chased by some ugly and ferocious beast. What I could feel silently guarding behind him was that the long rainy season seemed to be the anxiety of evaporating people.

Where are those cloudy eyes that shone with an inexplicable brilliance looking at?

It wasn't until Miss Hongye called that he realized that the direction of those eyes had never changed.

It's just that some adjustments are needed in life.

And the result of the adjustment was a chemical reaction that even he couldn't control, and then it exploded in his whole body.

He is like catching a spider's thread that can only go up in the needle mountain hell. As long as he keeps climbing, maybe the light called hope, or maybe the light called alive will shine into those eyes .

It's just that something happened in the middle, in that world called despair and loneliness, something called 'despair' was given again.

It was never me who fell from the sky.

Death is the last thing the other party can see. Perhaps before they met at the age of 15, before or even earlier, he had already thought about his epitaph.

What is it that you want to protect in your allegiance?

Seeing the hideous face that had recovered from the cured powers and seemed to still have a serene smile, I didn't understand it until I stood on the highest top floor and looked at the distant Tokyo Bay.

What is guarded is not the body, but the cowardly and timid human heart that pretends to be strong under the body.

But after understanding, everything is over, and in the end, it can only be accompanied by smoke rings, such as "Bastard Dazai" as an afterthought.

He leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling that had turned into another color.

In this world, what would you do if you found the other party, what would you do after you had punched him hard and cursed the other party for leaving a mess behind.

After all, how did he come to this world? From the page sent by the supernatural organization of the government that the mafia fears, he knew that the other party had no good intentions at all.

Dirt is absolutely unusable.

He didn't know what would happen after he used it up, he might die, probably, everyone knew the answer.

But I am not afraid of death and refuse to use it, but there is something more important above this life in the Central Plains.

The lonely clown who courts the world in a funny way, the lonely king who sits in that position and watches everything.

Before loving Yokohama, there are responsibilities that must be shouldered. The black words left on the white paper, when a person cannot redeem himself, what will he understand when he dies.

Chuya jumped up from the sofa, the empty room was like the empty heart of the owner.

Hunger and the craving for cigarettes that he didn't know when he formed made him a little irritable.

Throwing down the scarf, picking up the coat, opening the room and then closing it hard, the starry sky outside remains the same as the memory in my mind.

He had gazed at the stars countless times on that empty top floor, trying to relax amidst the piles of documents that even a workaholic could not bear.

A slave will be bound hand and foot, and even if he is not bound like this, his heart will be bound.

he hates that