[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

The work needs to be perfect, even Mr. Ranpo, who is picky and self-willed, happily fell into the trap of the thick snacks brought back by the other party.

Why does he always have the feeling that the members of the club are about to be conquered?

Only, except for one person.

That was Atsushi Nakajima, who had the supernatural power of the moonlight beast not long after he came in. He seemed to have keenly felt some kind of terrifying existence from under the gentleman's skin.

As soon as the opponent approaches, he will immediately retreat, wishing to shrink into the base of the wall.

But if you think about it carefully, the other party seems to have an inexplicable cruelty towards Atsushi Nakajima.

If this is not a mafia, he really wants the president to recruit him, he can definitely become a first-class investigator, and he is still an extremely worry-free existence.

Not only the perfection of work, but also the unwarranted ridicule that can effectively help him attract another colleague, Dazai.

just.

Kunikida raised his head and looked around every corner of the office. The shadow of the suspicious sand-colored coat, the shadow that tried to kill himself every day seemed to be joking, and the shadow that made him feel a little flickering when he got close to him , the figure of the internal organs in colic is not there.

not there!

He was inexplicably relieved, no wonder he felt that his physical condition couldn't be better since morning.

No.

Kunikida stood up immediately. "Did Dazai miss work again?"

Accompanied by the almost daily roar, today's armed detective agency with one more person is also a day full of peace.

Zhong also leaned against the window sill, watching the white birds flying across the sky, exhaling smoke like bubbles.

Today's Yokohama is really peaceful.

"It really pissed me off, you know? Odasaku, if you want the horse to run, hang a carrot in front of it, maybe it will really make the greedy guy move."

"But, but I don't want to be that silly and stupid horse. Why should I act for Chuya? Chuya, do you remember? You must remember, even though we never chat We'll talk about him, but there were a lot of rumors about that slug back then."

"I'm not actually angry because of that radish. If it was a real radish, I would definitely be willing to take the bait. It's like the old Chinese saying, those who wish to take the bait, as long as I say that, I will definitely take the bait." Will immediately bite the hook."

"No, no, no, I will definitely jump up directly, even if there is a pan of oil on it, I will be willing. But I am also angry with Zhong who thought of this method. After all, I in that world have imposed on this dwarf. What kind of vicious curse actually made him so smart and considerate that I can't help but feel sick."

"You know? I always thought that I would be beaten up by him. Although the other party's kicks are like the level of a kindergarten, well, they will definitely laugh at me here. After all, the Zhongyuan Zhong you saw also Far from what I said."

"But it's really about that level. Please take my word for it."

"Obviously I'm ready for the impact of his intrusion, and I have put N locks on my heart. Of course I am willing to accept other people's intrusion, but the premise must be a woman who is willing to die in love with me, that woman No matter what I do, I will give everything, as long as she doesn't let me enjoy the trip to Huangquan Hirazaka alone."

"When I think that the journey is lonely, my heart will be like glass that is about to fall on a hard stone surface. Of course, I have prepared for him, many stone walls to prevent him from impacting, as long as he breaks in , I will take up my own weapons to defend myself and fight back."

"But in the end it was really a big waste, like the miso soup that was thrown into the coffee beans, and the red bean mochi balls that were poured into the soy sauce. I obviously prepared it for so long, but the result was really unexpected."

It was like a balloon with a small hole in it. It was a little high at first, full of strange modal particles, but gradually it seemed to be drained of strength.

After the show was over, there was only an exhausted clown left.

Leaning on the tombstone, Osamu Dazai let the salty sea breeze beat his face, his eyes followed the white seabirds, and fell on the blue sea in the distance like the sky above his head.

He reached out and grabbed the crossed tie under the shirt, pulled it off, and what fell on his palm was the blue decorative crystal stuck to the tie, which was the same color as the eyes of the person who really broke into his heart that night.

He rested the back of his neck on the tombstone, and moved from the boundless sea to the sky that seemed to be somewhere far away, trying to meet the sea.

The shadow of the tree fell on his face and body, covering the sun that was enough to sting his dizziness.

"Are people born to redeem themselves? I really want to know what you saw when you died. Could it be that kind of super spicy curry?" There was a sad look like that of a child when he was crying.

Because the look was too pure, like the white petals of the raindrops falling into the mud, even if it was stained with mud, it was so pure that it made people's hearts flutter, and people didn't dare to go forward to disturb it.

It's just that the form that can directly express grief no longer exists in this flesh/body.

In this gray world of nothingness, the children who have been deprived of everything by the world finally know the color of the world at the moment when their friends leave.

Just like the sky as far as the eye can see, the deep, deep, sad, melancholy blue that people can never get rid of.

He lowered his head, and the back of his head slowly moved down against the hard tombstone, like a victim drifting in a lonely sea.

Curled up in a narrow world where only he survived.

It also seems to be pursuing something called a sense of security, making actions that seem to be made by a certain existence that can be called an embryo in the mother's womb.

In his deep, dark memory mixed with almost every inch, he still couldn't forget everything that happened that day.

Not during the time of the acquaintance, nor in the days of Mimic's attack on the port mafia.

And it was that short period of time in that bungalow, behind that ballroom, behind that oak door, enough to make his life stop for a few seconds, a few minutes, and even for so many years later.

Lying behind that door is some stupid guy who can be called a friend. When he closes his eyes and seems to show a satisfied smile, he becomes a person who can be called a confidant.

confidant.

He is the one who knows himself shrunk in the corner of the world.

It is also the person who loses in vain when he wants to shed tears when he gets some kind of relief.

In the dim bungalow where the sun does not shine, the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke mixed together, the body gradually losing temperature and the sparks of cigarettes blooming between the fingers.

The memory of that day is always vivid in this brain, as if it just happened yesterday.

what.

my friend.

Oda Sakunosuke.

Holding the slowly becoming stiff and cold body in his arms, looking at the smiling face that lost all color, for the first time, a monster that wanted to tear everything around him rolled out in his heart.

It was a beast called 'Osamu Dazai' that mixed together regret, sadness, and joy.

Grief is the inability to resist the flood of fate that will inevitably lose what one does not want to lose.

This close friend who was blocked by him from his heart is a person who understands himself more deeply than Dugu, who thinks that no one else can understand him.

As long as they stay for a while longer, they will definitely become a kind of existence that can rely on each other, which is more profound than friends and relatives.

And at this moment, he lost the other party.

Why has he, who claims to be shrewd and able to play with other people in his palm, not noticed so far that such an existence is in such a close place.

—Let me wake up from the dream of this rotten world.

A certain part of my heart was looking forward to it, and it was as warm as a flame ignited by explosives. It was once scorching hot and burning fiercely in this body.

I hope to be discovered, watched and approached one day.

But before he woke up, he didn't realize that the self who was trying to wake up was decaying along with this world.

Dream, never wake up at this moment.

He regretted, regretted, regretted, and always hated

Ahhhhh!

Knowing that their world is built on deceit, why not go one step further, one step faster, to expose the calculations hidden deep behind that silence.

All things that you don’t want to lose will be lost. What is it that you say, what is it that you are really pursuing in this protracted and painful lifeline?

But, the ridiculous thing is, before losing, the heart in this body has given up holding on to the thing that it doesn't want to lose before getting it.

He felt disgusted, regretted, and hated for such a stupid and despicable self. Even if he realized all the truth behind the incident, he couldn't blame the person sitting in that position.

As the other party said, they are two similar individuals.

When I am about to lose such a precious friend as you, I can only helplessly ask you for help like a bewildered toddler.

You seem to have seen through everything about me. With your hands that cannot be stretched out, you just pointed out a path that is as interesting as only fireflies.