The second generation doesn't want to suck powder anymore

'Death after everything is arranged, isn't it? It's the right death. '

He is right, but what does it have to do with himself?

Osamu Dazai raised his glass and took a sip.

Under the warm light, his lips were stained with wine, and they looked shiny, forming a stark contrast with his dull, abyss-like eyes: "What does this have to do with you?"

"You can understand that I like to meddle in my own business.", After all, with the ninja's ninjutsu as the killer's trump card, Tomona didn't panic at all, but before he actually did it, he still wanted to use words to make the other party accept, "Death It's not the end, it's not happiness, it's even atonement, all the blood in your hands is gone before you can go to reincarnation."

—"Death is no joy." He repeated.

He was telling the truth.So it looks very sincere on the surface.

Osamu Dazai, who has long been familiar with various micro-expressions, failed to see the traces of lying on the other party's face. He was silent for a moment, and then said lightly: "There are successors, and only I die. Atsushi and Kyoka Only Yin can go to the detective agency, where they will find their salvation, and they will be happier than me."

The other party has nothing to worry about, and some means to know where he hid the 'book', and now it's just an optional negotiation.He realized it, so he didn't want to hide it anymore.

Thousand Hands snorted and said, "After you die, they will not be happy. They will have your figure in their future, and they will have a longing for you."

Osamu Dazai seemed to have completely given up on covering himself—at least on the surface—he leaned on the table and held out a finger: "No? People like me don't deserve to be with them."

"Then what is the reason for you?" Toikama stretched out his hand and pressed his outstretched finger, "After knowing death, you can only be trapped in the underworld, without freshness and excitement. Knowing death is not the end of everything. No? It's the beginning of fun, do you still want to die?"

Tobima exerted great force in the posture, and pressed Dazai Osamu's hand so hard that he couldn't pull it out or take it away. However, there was no trace of 'trouble' on the latter's face, and Toboma moved closer to him, looking directly at him Deep eyes: "Seeing people like me returning from the underworld, do you still think death is a happy thing?"

"Do you think you will live happily together after you die?" Tobima looked like a villain, his scarlet eyes were sharp under the light, "This is what you call happiness Have you ever seen that happiness will disappear, so your so-called happiness will last forever, forever?"

His voice suddenly turned cold: "—stop dreaming."

Osamu Dazai didn't have the strength? It was as big as the door. He vented his strength as if giving up, and muttered, "I should have called that slug here..."

"Ha, you don't? Will.", Feijian said firmly, "You want to calculate that he will become the next generation leader of the port Mafia, and he will be the best successor. Although he is soft-hearted, he still lacks some, But he is ruthless and decisive, and he is the best successor for the time being."

They have all investigated. Silver is not a supernatural person, and her strength is not enough. She can't hold down the people below at all. The golden Yasha Ozaki Momiji has this strength, but she has no intention of doing so, and her personality is not suitable for her. , in charge of the interrogation department is her best affiliation.As for other cadre positions, they are almost vacant. The white death god Atsushi Nakajima and the three? 15-person Zhanquan Kyoka are still young at all, and they are the type of mutual dependence, and they cannot undertake work alone at all.

So in the final analysis, only the gravity of the port Mafia made Nakahara Chuya alone, powerful, just in age, with a suitable status (a cadre of two generations of leaders), and a suitable personality.

But they also knew through the world consciousness that Osamu Dazai is Chuya's shackles, and Chuya, who has lost the shackles, will one day die because of the inability to control the supernatural powers for the port of Mafia.

"What? What, you? Is it the roundworms in people's stomachs? Ahhh, it's so disgusting, so disgusting." Osamu Dazai made a vomiting expression, and it seemed that he was really resistant to this.

He looked as if his attitude was very relaxed, but he also had a few traces of unspeakable sadness, and then he said decisively: "I refuse."

"Since that's the case..." Feijian smiled, like an evil ghost from hell, showing his canine teeth, which were extremely sharp, "Do you want to come to hell to have a look?"

Dazai opened his eyes wide, showing surprise and innocence: "Eh——"

He thought that the other party would have the means to know where his 'book' was, but he didn't expect the other party to let him see hell!

He was stunned for a moment and immediately denied: "No? Yes?——"

If he really knows what hell looks like, he really doesn't want to go to hell!This person in Qianshoubeijian is really too wicked!

Unfortunately, his refusal didn't help.

Osamu Dazai was pulled over by his hand, and what he saw was not the Thousand Hands, but another pair of red eyes with strange patterns behind his head.

His eyes dimmed, and he didn't know anything.

……

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt pain from his back. Something flowed out from his mouth. When he looked down slowly, he saw a hand holding a short dagger piercing his chest .This bright red color is something he is no longer familiar with. The clothes on his body and his own bones have not changed. This is himself.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, completely unable to figure out what the white scarlet eyes had to do with his fatal injury, but the chances of embracing the Goddess of Death were not many, even if he was indeed secretly trying to survive, But the body? It has indeed reached its limit.

He raised his hand weakly and felt the sticky and dazzling redness on his chest. His mind went blank for a moment, and his body seemed not warm enough.

He opened his mouth in vain to say something, it seemed to be 'help me', and it seemed to be 'great', but he couldn't say anything, the itch welling up from his throat, With the feeling of congestion, he opened his eyes wide, lowered his head and bent down, and kept vomiting blood out.

One puddle after another formed shallow puddles of blood, which slowly seeped into the ground and slowly spread outward.

The blood was a blinding red, more than he could have imagined.

——It turns out that a person can have so much blood.

The brain functioned gradually sluggish, Osamu Dazai began to feel dizzy, he seemed to have seen his end.

'Fortunately, I have already dealt with the affairs in advance, and I have left a way for them. 'he thinks.

It was his last thought.

Then he fell powerlessly on the green grass, his eyelids were heavy as if someone had glued them on him, and he couldn't open them anymore.

The eyes are forever black.

And the soul, isn't it? It was annihilated.

In this dark underground, open eyes to see the world? Things change, until he can atone for his sins.

……

Suddenly, the screen lights up again.

Osamu Dazai no longer has the memory of his own death. He only has the memory of his own life, but his body is like a ghost, and he can only look at it from the side.

Can sunlight penetrate his body? So can people.It was as if he had never existed.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also floating on top of the tall stacked goblets, happily opening a bottle of champagne and pouring it down.It can be seen how much he looked forward to Dazai Osamu's death.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him like a ghost, and laughed at himself, as if he said silently: "Look, after I die, they? They will definitely be happier than now." He turned and left, but he didn't expect that the picture suddenly After it got dark and turned into a banquet, everyone evacuated, leaving only Chuya Nakahara alone.

The gravity of the orange hair made him sit on the ground, leaning on the table leg, holding the whole bottle of wine in the other hand, and stared quietly in a daze.

In the darkness, his misty blue eyes and orange hair seemed to be shining.

Osamu Dazai had long judged whether he could go out of this place, and just wanted to go out to change the scene, and now he simply stopped in his tracks.

The strong gravity in front of people made him look extremely fragile now, as if a child stabbed him, but he couldn't even react.

He took a sip of his wine and said in a low voice: "...Why do you make the decision for me... Actually? Count me in..."

"Damn mackerel! Bastard Dazai!"

"If you're tired, why don't you take a break? Is that all right..."

"hateful!"

As the young man hit the floor with his fist, the picture suddenly darkened.

……

Here is someone's tombstone.Dazai made a judgment instantly.

Fortunately, he was still able to move freely. He took a few steps forward and saw himself written on the tombstone.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, but felt completely normal.

Soon, the quiet place became noisy again.There was a sound of shoe soles hitting the ground, and he followed the sound to see that it was Atsushi Nakajima and Izumi Kyoka.

These two children...he always felt guilty. For the sake of the stability of the port Mafia, he directly recruited them into the gang. Although he? didn't regret it, he still felt a little guilty.After all, their future was so bright and warm.

He stood there quietly, not wanting to say a word.

They looked sad, they didn't seem to like this place, the environment here was too quiet, and it was because it was too quiet that they calmed down and felt even more sad.

Quan Jinghua grasped Atsushi Nakajima's black coat tightly, feeling a little nervous—even though she knew that the leader had arranged a way for her, she still couldn't help being afraid of him—and Atsushi Nakajima looked a little sad, After all, it was the teacher who picked him up and gave him food. Maybe the other party didn't think it was his teacher, but he still remembered him.

It sucks to be entrusted.

The person who entrusted him is really too bad!

The screen didn't go completely black, but Gin and Ryunosuke came over instead.Ryunosuke was still wearing the light-colored long trench coat, and Gin was wearing a beautiful white skirt today, and his hair was all down. He looked so beautiful.

Osamu Dazai smiled slightly, and raised the corner of his mouth: "As expected? This is the best way—"

"Port Mafia... are you still used to it?" the black-haired youth asked.

Dazai opened his eyes wide.

"Well! The leader actually takes good care of me!" The girl's face was gentle, but she couldn't help but feel depressed immediately, "But I didn't listen? I followed his arrangement, and I feel a little guilty even looking at him."

She couldn't help but fiddled with the bouquet in her hand.

"...Although? I also hope that you can come to the detective agency, but the future is arranged, even I will be angry." The black-haired young man coughed, "Since this is the case, do as you want go a head."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand: "...?"

Don't you hate me the most?How could you agree with Yin——

The screen went black.

……

"Even if you entrust the 'book' to two young people after you die, they?

"No? Do? I don't? Want? To be remembered by men forever." Osamu Dazai was in a trance, probably because he was still trapped in the illusion and didn't realize it, but he resolutely refuted, "Is that so? It's disgusting."

"Then you promise." Tobuma said.

"Okay."