The whole of Yokohama thought we were together

"—"

"One day, you picked up a [book]."

"Through your own abilities and the singularity produced by the [book], you discover that your world is just one of the thousands of lies created by this [book]. You and the people you meet may even be yourself. My thoughts are false. But there is one lucky thing—"

"You can also see what is really real through [books]."

"Real people, real things, real communication, gains and losses, it seems far away from you, but some moments seem to be close in front of you, making you suspect that you may be the real one."

"You see many different kinds of lies through [the book], and then you discover..."

"The illusion that I am in is the most unique one."

"—"

"I already, won't go to watch the moon again."

"—"

"The world you live in may collapse at any time. We all know that no plan can be called foolproof... No one knows how far [Book] can go, and whether [Book] will Give that world a future."

"The choice is yours...it is your story after all."

"—"

"...Thank you for your hard work, Dazai."

Dazai slowly opened his eyes.

The broken picture and sound gradually faded away, but in contrast, the body's senses were slowly recovering, the ground was shaking in his sight, his stomach seemed to be pressed against something, and the nausea continued to rise.

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth, and finally realized that he seemed to be being carried on the shoulders of someone who was on his way, and judging from the degree of brain congestion and dizziness, he should have maintained this posture for a while.

"...Chuya," he guessed who the rushing person was almost instantly, "Can I spit on you?"

The next moment, his body was thrown out as expected, and Osamu Dazai, who was freed, immediately ran to the corner to support the wall. However, he hadn't eaten anything in the morning, and his stomach was empty. Even though his stomach was nauseated, he couldn't spit out anything Things came, but he was sweating all over himself.

"You are weak enough," Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered mercilessly, "Why didn't I know before that you are a delicate 'princess' who would vomit after being carried two steps?"

"Otherwise, why don't you try?" Osamu Dazai wiped his mouth, closed his eyes and tried to calm the dizziness in his brain.

"When we were on missions in the past, after I fainted from excessive use of my abilities, if you took me back, I wouldn't be able to carry you," Nakahara asked back, "but you can either throw me on the spot or pull me away." dragged me back by my limbs—and even nearly lost my hat once—in contrast, don’t you think I’ve done my best by carrying you?”

Osamu Dazai turned around and sat down tiredly against the wall.

"It's fine if you don't care about me," he opened his eyes, lifted the rope tied to the other party on his wrist, and smiled indifferently, "but you still need to use my ability to contain your ability body Bar?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Hmph." He sneered, "It would be great if your mackerel really died."

The smile on Dazai's face faded, he lowered his eyes, and remained silent.

He... remembered some things, but he didn't completely get back all the memories.

It's just that some broken dialogues appeared in his mind just now. The amount of information is very small, but it is enough for him to spell out some important information.

such as……

He is Osamu Dazai.

Always.

After Osamu Dazai stopped talking, Nakahara Chu also didn't speak again.

The silence in the space spread, and the two of them were silent. This was the first time that they had not quarreled or provoked, and they could be said to be in one place peacefully.

Of course, at this moment, they also lost the familiarity and tacit understanding with each other in the past.

After a long time, Zhong Yuan couldn't help asking: "...why?"

Osamu Dazai looked up, his face seemed a little perplexed.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that the other party could not have understood what he said, and he might just not want to answer in this way.

But he didn't want to give this coward a chance to escape, and asked clearly word by word again: "I ask you, why did you leave the Mafia, or in this way of suspended animation."

"Ugh……"

Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall, and seemed to feel that what the other party said made him a little tired. He couldn't help but sighed, "Chuya, how do you know that I'm just suspended animation?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Could it be that the one in front of me is a ghost?"

Osamu Dazai: "That might not be the case~"

Zhongyuan Zhong also became irritable again by his gag, he rubbed his wrist, suppressing the desire to beat someone |, nodded: "I can hit you and me when you become a ghost, that's really good .”

He gritted his teeth and turned around, "If you don't want to say it, forget it... You should also rest well, we have been here for a while, and we should have left long ago."

As he spoke, he looked up at his surroundings.

The hole made by gravity is not limited to the floor where the restaurant is located. The entire cruise ship was almost pierced by the supernatural body, coupled with the ensuing collapse, the ship is no longer the glory of yesterday—although Because of hallucinations, they can't feel any brilliance.

Judging from his feeling when he fell, their current position was about the same as the height of the deck, maybe even lower.

There are no lights here, but luckily Gogol did not use all the chandeliers in the restaurant to attack Atsushi Nakajima at that time, and the lights there survived. Although the baptism of tens of meters has become negligible, it is better than nothing.

The two of them groped forward according to the faint light in the "tiankeng".

The farther you go, the darker the lights, and the silence slowly spreads in the space without communication.

Osamu Dazai began to feel bored, so he looked at the rope tied between their wrists and said with a smile, "I seem to be walking the dog."

"Death to me!"

Nakahara also turned around and kicked almost instantly, and Dazai Osamu, as if he had expected it, squatted down suddenly, dodging the attack perfectly.

"Ah, Chuuya is still so irritable."

The blue veins on Chuya Zhongya's forehead twitched: "Why don't you say it's because of who?"

"My current partner is just—"

When Osamu Dazai said this, he didn't know what he thought of, the expression on his face froze suddenly, and then his voice stopped abruptly.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't notice this, he was concerned about another thing: "You really joined the Armed Detective Agency!"

Osamu Dazai came back to his senses, looked up at the other party and smiled lightly, he did not deny the question: "Yes, the colleagues in the detective agency are friendly and help each other, the senior has a gentle temper, the salary is high and the benefits are good, the most important thing is that you don't have to stay up late Working overtime is many times better than not knowing during the Mafia period, why didn't I join in."

"I don't know why," Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his arms, "Hearing you praise an organization so much, I always feel a chill."

Osamu Dazai didn't continue to chat with him on this issue, he tilted his head to listen to the sound in the distance, and suddenly said softly to him: "Listen."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, subconsciously silent.

After everything was quiet, he heard... a sound of water.

[... My ability won't really smash the boat! ]

The author has something to say: Dazai: We are partners.

Kunikida: Oh, you are not friends today, but partners?

Dazai: Take care of the young lovers!