[Bungo Stray Dogs] Snus

Walking on the streets of Yokohama, this extremely common behavior, really has not been seen for a long time.

Colorful neon lights form the Milky Way on the ground, and in this river of lights flowing in this world, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the common people are mixed.

He stood on the street that was like daytime, listening to the words that were constantly spewed out from the mouths of passers-by. The small voices were like whispers in a dream.

The secular picture scroll drawn by the writer named Sakunosuke Oda slowly unfolded in his mind. Although he only turned a few pages to obtain the necessary information in the process of investigating the clues that were erased that night, he did not expect the aftermath to be like this big.

Even though the other party is obsessed with realistic pens, the scenery depicted in the pens now merges and merges with the world he lives in, and is born out of this world.

The beautiful, cruel, and true and romantic story composed of little people, it is understandable to win the Newcomer Award.

If you really feel that this is not realistic, it is probably because the world that the writer lives in is too different from this world.

The river of lights on the ground is bright enough to make people ignore the stars in the night sky, and such people will also ignore something around them because they are obsessed with something.

However, the time and the thousands of events seem to be the same.

Zhong also stamped his feet on the street of the bustling night market. He didn't really want to go in, but he just felt that such an event really hadn't happened for a long time.

When Mr. Mori was still around, he was able to walk around Yokohama with ease while on duty.

Watch the waves lapping on the pier, enjoy some unique wines made from local grapes, and then relax overlooking the city in the dark.

Recalling these things, he was not complaining about the busy work of the previous leaders like landlords exploiting serfs. When the subordinates were busy, the other party was also busier. The leader always had to worry more, or more, than his subordinates.

It was just that after being selected as a guard, his work from the outside was transferred to the inside.

On the top floor, in the castle-like, highly defensive and sturdy office, he just stood quietly behind the high-backed chair.

When they are two blacks, they can fight without any scruples. When they are superiors and subordinates, their not-so-close relationship is like a deep trench has been abruptly placed in the middle.

Even though he was able to jump over, the figure who turned his back and eagerly wanted to accomplish something rejected him severely.

From then on, the leader and guards seemed to be fixed.

On the top floor like a birdcage, the other party lost his words, his smile, and his freshness.

It's just that there is an unpredictable and disgusting smile on the corner of his mouth, and there is something carefully planned under the palm.

It is no longer the leader sitting there, but the slave called the leader.

slave.

Whether he was a slave to the behemoth of the port mafia, or a slave to some kind of unfounded thing, he has not been able to understand deeply until now.

But after the other party left, the birdcage on the top floor that made him feel suffocated was also opened.

The person in the ward seemed to be sleeping forever, with a contented, illusory smile that was so quiet that it would shatter at any moment.

At that time, the other party was really very quiet.

Not like the dead silence of being on the top floor, but real, like the peace of not being here.

Looking at such a scene, when countless people around him were sad, only he had a funny thought in his heart, maybe this Sleeping Beauty didn't have a prince to kiss her awake.

Then he fell into a kind of self-blame, and similar self-blame had happened before.

When his subordinates died, when Mori-san died, when he was denied as the king of sheep.

What can be regarded as his advantage is probably that he is able to introspect when he is angry and sad, but the effect of introspection has not always seemed to be very good.

Those who have not been well protected have never been well protected.

How much has the oath I made once been fulfilled? Is it because I turned the other party who wished to leave this world with a satisfied smile into a real slave of this organization?

Zhong also looked at the shadow under his feet illuminated by the dim light, the muddy, non-humanoid shadow, like something hidden inside his body.

Ugh--

The throat, body, and heart all let out bursts of sighs, and those sighs were like tides, beating up over and over again.

He didn't know what the sigh was for, it was just natural, it was different from the exhaustion caused by work, and made him feel a sense of burnout that he had never felt before.

Although he had a faint answer in his heart as to why he felt this way.

But he didn't want to spit out that kind of raving in the dark night of being guarded.

Zhong also reached out and rubbed his temples, a glass of good wine made him feel a little better.

Drinking is indeed relaxing for him, although he knows that his wine taste is pretty bad.But the difference is that when he is drunk, his senses are magically magnified before he is drunk.

He stopped on the sidewalk under the street lights, and waved towards the motorway with his hand.

A black car wrapped in the night came from not far behind, the window of the passenger seat was rolled down, and apologized apologetically to the woman with blue hair stretching her neck.

"It is you."

His memory is not bad, and he can remember clearly all the people with supernatural powers he met, especially the lady he met was a bit dangerous at the time and made people laugh and cry.

"I really appreciate that time." Tsujimura Fukatsuki thanked very sincerely. "We are not following you, but because of some things, we want to chat with you as the leader."

As she spoke, she glanced at the rearview mirror, and the vehicle of the leader of the mafia guard followed closely behind. If this man hadn't made a timely gesture, they would have been besieged.

The window of the back seat was also rolled down at this time, revealing the familiar face inside.

When Mr. Mori was in office, there was a government sneak search officer in the port, and he still knew about it.It's just that I didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to find me today. It seems that I have been promoted.

Zhong also opened the back seat door and got in without any hesitation. If the Special Agents Section took the initiative to come, it would save him trouble.

To be honest, he wanted to yell now, can all the troubles come together.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Zhongyuan. You should be called the leader of the Central Plains now." The man wearing round glasses said so. The light from the car shone on his lenses, giving off a cold feeling.

Zhong also fastened his seat belt, and he was not as interested in the investigator next to him as the one who was driving.But compared to these, his control over the steering wheel is a little ready to move.

It was okay to play with motorcycles before, just be careful that the motorcycle may be bombed, but now I can’t even touch the shadow of the motorcycle, and maybe I have to quit drinking.

"Don't talk about what's there and what's not, just tell me what's the matter?" He didn't want to use his brain cells to translate those official words that were tricked by words in the time when he could relax a little.

Ango Sakaguchi pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Can you please stop the investigation of Osamu Dazai?"

"What's the reason?" Zhong also leaned against the car window, looking at the twisted tree shadows that looked like some kind of monsters flying by the side of the road.

His fingers tapped on his knees, as if to appease the turmoil in his heart.

"This is an order from the farming chief."

"That's just your officer, isn't it?"

"It's also an entrustment left by a man named Dazai during his lifetime."

"He's not dead yet!"

Sakaguchi lowered his eyes. "The chief farmer doesn't know the specific reason. He just heard from the former head of the port that if more than three people know something, the world will collapse."

Zhong also sneered. "This sentence reminds me of the rumors about the end of the world some time ago, do you think I will stop because of this?"

"Your power is indispensable to this world."

"That guy told you again?"

Sakaguchi didn't answer.

A cold smile was reflected in the car window. "Then I choose to refuse."

"The leader of the Central Plains—"

"Did you know? Professor glasses." Zhong also cut off his words. "This world is different to you, to that man named Dazai, and to me."

There was a look of disgust on his face. "I'm different from Osamu Dazai."

"Even if this world becomes a gray birdcage, and the iron grille of fate pierces my body, even if the freedom and strength are stripped from me, I will smash the shackles." He leaned back in his chair and exhaled He took a deep breath, irritable and tired. "Ahhh, I really can't stand that you guys are always bitter and bitter, as if everything doesn't go according to your plan, and the world will be destroyed."

He puts his left leg on top of his right. "Could it be that you really think you are the savior, or does the earth revolve around you? Say yes, lady driving."

"...I'm Tsujimura." Although the tone of the person behind him was not very good, he always felt that the words full of sarcasm should not be aimed at himself and his seniors.

Tsujimura replied according to his feeling. "Even if the way forward is arranged properly, if it goes against my will, I still don't want to do it."

The voice of the female investigator was very crisp and direct, and there was a sense of innocence and innocence in her words. I have to say that this answer made Zhong Ye feel good about her.

Chuya shrugged, and he looked much more relaxed. "Stop in front."

"Halfway?" Tsujimura was a little puzzled.

"I will thank you if you can take me back to port."

Tsujimura smiled awkwardly when he heard this, and the speed of the car slowly slowed down. Although they are government departments, if they go deep into the port, they may never return.

Moreover, Tsujimura glanced at the rearview mirror, and his senior was completely immersed in the thinking of life, so it was probably not in the other party's guess that he was rejected so simply and neatly.

"Chief of the Central Plains, do you really want to continue the investigation?" When the car stopped, Sakaguchi made another sound.

The door of the car was opened, and the stop was at a bus stop. There was no one on the road, and the surroundings were quiet, except for a bright moon in the sky and a few stars hanging on it.

What a lonely and peaceful night.

He held the car door with his hands, bent slightly, and met Sakaguchi's eyes in the car. "Hey, Professor Glasses, would you lament the injustice of fate?"

"what?"

Nakaya just pulled his lips and smiled, then closed the car door, Tsujimura nodded at him, and the black car drove into the night just like that.

Looking at the direction where the shadow of the car disappeared, he touched the ground with his toes, reached out to take out the cigarettes in his pocket, walked up to the bus stop, and sat down on a plastic chair.

His legs were placed casually, one hand was in his pocket, and the other was holding a cigarette to his mouth.

Is the matter you investigated also expected by the other party?

Although he wasn't surprised at all, after all, Dazai's wisdom is so impressive... Well, that's it, it's just that even if he faints, he still has the shadow of the other party everywhere, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

But he could still faintly perceive something from the words relayed by the Chief of the Secret Service.

Chu also felt relieved that Osamu Dazai did not become a slave of the port organization. Although he blamed himself a little for a while, it was better to untie the small knot in his heart than to not have it at all.

It's just that the other party has become a slave of fate, which makes him a little angry. Sure enough, that guy is so useless if he doesn't look at it himself.

Be sure to laugh hard when you wake up.

But the writer named Sakunosuke Oda whom I came into contact with today should be the key.

Really amazing news.

Is that why you go to death without hesitation for something like this?

But now the body is still alive, but where did your soul go?

And in your plan, what is my position as a guard? If you create only a third-rate script that doesn't satisfy me, then I will refuse to take the stage.

Gee!

Sure enough, Sleeping Beauty or something should be woken up with fists.

snort!

You coward!

The author has something to say: After writing this, I really feel once again that Dazai and Zhong are two completely different people, and their essence is even more different.

It’s like dealing with a matter, Dazai will plan, the plan is reasonable, rational, cold, and it may be cruel, but Chuya will choose to smash it without hesitation. It is difficult for the two to understand each other , but I personally feel that Dazai is particularly yearning to like Chuya's character. Although he can also choose to smash this way, he will not choose to do that with inertial thinking and insurance ideas.Nakaya to Dazai, maybe he was some weird suicide brat, and then turned into a nasty weird guy who always finds fault with himself, because the boss arranged to form a double black, who challenged his nerves all the time, The annoying guy who suddenly became his superior, he was quite busy at work, unexpectedly serious, reliable, not far from him, not an annoying guy, the leader who suddenly committed suicide by jumping off a building, in the IF line, I personally I feel that Chuya's views on Dazai have changed in this way. The relationship between them is very simple and complicated. It is a connection that has nothing to do with love, but is higher than love.

If the port is a dark night, then it is the sun in the dark night. I don’t know if you have noticed when you read novels and comics, most of the main characters have a feeling of being alive passively. Maybe it’s not good to describe it as passive. , I didn’t think of any suitable words. In short, it’s the kind of life that is completely opposite to Chuya’s life. It’s very exhausting, and you won’t be surprised if you die anytime, anywhere.Everyone seems to be looking for their own meaning and purpose.If you really want to describe it, probably the word "wild dog" in Wenhao Stray Dogs is a better description for them. Although they are always troubled, they also appear less, but I don't know why after I figured it out, I think it is really too much alright.

This is the biggest reason why I like Chuya Nakahara. Secondly, I also like Kenji Miyazawa and Ranpo Edogawa. Their character design really gives people a very relaxed feeling.

And in the IF line, I have also analyzed the previous piece of literary giants, but I did not conduct a specific analysis on the leader Jae. I will slowly expand it later. This article is also equivalent to an analysis article.

For the leader Jae, I just want to say one thing, what is the motto of armed Jae, and then think about the words of the leader Jae, you can feel how different this suicide is without anyone stopping it.

In fact, Osamu Dazai, no matter how many time periods, the core of Osamu Dazai is those few words.

Let's talk about those words later.

Here is a statement, maybe everyone can see that I am one of the best, only the best!