I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

As if he didn't feel the coldness and murderous intent in my words, Sakunosuke Oda, who was still close to me, asked earnestly, "Can you give me a chance? I really like Chuya."

I directly refused and said, "I think Oda-kun and I will never meet again. In the future, I will hand over all the cooperation between the two organizations to Alice and Xiaoyin."

"If this is Chuya's wish." After the bartender brought the wine he wanted to drink, Oda Sakunosuke raised his glass to greet me: "I still hope that Chuya can protect himself."

Facing such a non-aggressive person, I didn't say anything to repel him anymore, but just grabbed the ungiven wedding ring on my chest and drank heavily.

Because of my appearance, I often get confessions from various men and women, but I never agree.

Even when doing tasks, I always have only one answer, and that is rejection.

Since I met Osamu Dazai when I was 15 years old, he broke into my life trying to be my master and dominate my heart.

I also hated him from the very beginning to like him. Osamu Dazai got everything he wanted, but he left this world and took my heart with him.

Unexpectedly, now, my rival in love, Bai Yueguang in Osamu Dazai's heart, said that he likes me and wants to pursue me.

That just strikes me as ironic.

We sat at the bar and drank the wine in the glass. This time I didn't tell the bartender to have another glass. After drinking, I stood up and prepared to leave.

The drink was very strong, and I staggered a little when I stood up because I didn't hold enough alcohol. Oda Sakunosuke wanted to reach out to help me, but I avoided it.

After leaving the bar, neither Mr. Sen nor Alice came to pick me up this time. Only the driver belonging to the port mafia was already waiting for me on the side of the road, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I was walking alone on a remote street, and the driver got back into the car and drove behind me silently.

Looking up at the moon in the sky, I suddenly wanted to see Dazai, the guy who made all the arrangements.

Under my instructions, the driver who has been quietly waiting for me took me to the cemetery.

The cemetery has long been guarded by members of the Port Mafia, who saluted me after seeing me.

Two of them also showed expressions of relief, which seemed very familiar to me.

I remember that they were a guerrilla team belonging to the former leader. After Mr. Mori and Atsushi Nakajima came back, I sent them back to Atsushi Nakajima and let him continue to lead his subordinates.

Then why did they come to see the cemetery? Was it punished by Mr. Mori, or was Atsushi Nakajima here.

No need to ask them, I walked directly to the place where Osamu Dazai was buried, and after passing through layers of trees, I also saw the guerrilla leader.

Under the moonlight, the huge white tiger was lying lazily dozing on Dazai's tombstone.As if hearing my footsteps, it opened its eyes.

The white tiger looked at me dangerously, its pupils were cold and full of danger.

At this moment, the guerrilla leader Atsushi Nakajima, who was subordinate to the leader, squatted in front of Dazai Osamu's tombstone, guarding his master, his Mr. Dazai.

Seeing him like this, a thought suddenly came to my mind.

This is the truly loyal dog that belonged to the former leader Osamu Dazai.

Looking at the subordinate who came behind me, I asked, "How long has he been like this?"

The subordinate showed helplessness, and reported obediently: "It has been like this since the burial that day. Miss Alice said let him figure it out."

If I'm not unconscious, then I should be responsible for knocking this guy unconscious and bringing him back.

It's just that during the few days when I was in a coma, I probably found that Atsushi Nakajima couldn't be persuaded, so Mr. Mori temporarily put it down.

However, since I'm here.

I took a step forward, and the gravitational field pressed on Nakajima Atsushi along with my mind.

The white tiger naturally wants to use its strength to fight me, but the beast without will is even more vulnerable than Atsushi Nakajima himself.

As the white beast turned into a human again in the gravitational field, Atsushi Nakajima looked at me with some embarrassment and said, "Mr. Zhongyuan..."

I put away the gravity restraint on him, and coldly informed: "Guerrilla Captain, you still have a lot of work to do."

"Ah!" Hearing my words, Nakajima Atsushi almost couldn't maintain his human form, and his round ears exploded again. He looked at me and bowed ninety degrees: "I'm so sorry!"

I shook my head helplessly, and motioned to him: "Go, Mr. Sen is still waiting for you."

After snatching a black suit from his subordinate, Atsushi Nakajima seemed to want to say something, but after meeting my eyes, he finally left here.

Atsushi Nakajima's men left with him, and the other two cemetery guards also bid farewell to me and went further to check.

After they all left, I put my hand on the ground.

I'm not here just to see a tombstone, I want to meet that person.

With the movement of gravity, Osamu Dazai's coffin poured out from the ground.

After opening the coffin, I saw the guy lying inside.

After Dazai committed suicide by jumping off a building, his body was reassembled by the supernatural power master, and it was permanently solidified and preserved.

At this time, of course, he is not the tattered appearance when he fell from the top floor, but a lovely sleeping beauty.

Lying in the coffin with eyes closed and smiling serenely, it was as if she was just asleep.

His warm smile is relief, but he left me behind.

Dazai don't want to sleep so soundly by himself.

I took off my gloves and reached out and pinched his face.

Because of the power suppressor, Dazai's corpse seemed to be alive.

Only when I stretch out my hand to grab him, the cold touch of my hand can make me sure that he is not pretending to be asleep but really dead.

Black lines of runes appeared in my hand, and I gently stroked Dazai's face.

At the moment of Osamu Dazai's death, his disqualification from the human world has expired.

Now if he comes into contact with my gravity ability, his corpse will be crushed by gravity and swallowed by my power like anything else.

Although the convergent master's ability can keep his body lifelike, it is also vulnerable to the power of gravity.

A voice in my heart told me to destroy him by gravity devouring him so that he would be mine forever.

Whether it is Oda Sakunosuke or other members of the Mafia, no one can take Dazai away again.

In the end, even though the black lines crawled onto my face, I still didn't use gravity to devour Dazai.

I can't bear Dazai, and I can't bear to personally destroy this person I have loved for many years.

Even if he betrayed my love, left my side alone, and did something that I hate.

But I still love him.

I love Dazai, his death and betrayal make me sad, but my love for him has not changed.

Perhaps, I have been domesticated by him long ago and became his dog, but I myself refuse to admit it.

The person I love has figured everything out and abandoned me.

He no longer has a heartbeat and no way to hold me when I'm sad.

Even a dog would get angry sometimes, thinking of this, he couldn't help biting Dazai's face.

He must have been smeared with some strange potion to preserve the body from decay, and I tasted something bitter, so I let him go.

"It's really a sinful mackerel. I shouldn't have given you face and let you be buried in the leader's costume. I should change you into a woman's costume and let you be buried here in the name of Mrs. Zhongyuan."

Lie down in front of the coffin and poked Dazai Osamu's face, I couldn't help laughing as if he was dressed as a girl.

After a few days, I can do this completely, anyway, now I am the leader, and there is nothing to stop the leader from doing anything.

Today, I yawned and felt a little sleepy, feeling drunk, I jumped into Dazai's coffin lightly with a little force.

Both the coffin and the power-contracting corpse were prepared before Dazai's death, and it won't be too crowded for me to lie in it now.

If it was that Oda-san, they wouldn't be very comfortable.

This discovery made my heart feel better. Holding the annoying Osamu Dazai, I closed the lid of the coffin, and controlled the gravity to bury him and myself into the ground.

The inside of the coffin was pitch black, but I felt unexpectedly relieved when I hugged Dazai and buried my head in his arms, and I wasn't even that angry anymore.

This is really a rare time when Dazai and I are alone, not annoying, just being with me obediently.

The oxygen in the coffin was getting less and less, and it was already difficult for me to breathe, but it would not kill me.

Now I'm just sleepy and I want to take a break.

In a trance, in a dream, I saw light surging from the coffin.

Is this a strange hallucination that you only see when you die?I'm going to die in this coffin due to lack of oxygen, I should use gravity to open the coffin.

But the hand holding Dazai still doesn't want to move, maybe I just want to die with Dazai.

However, I still have this responsibility. The current leader of the Port Mafia is buried for the former leader.

Thinking of the possibility that this would drive Mr. Mori to death, I wanted to push Osamu Dazai away and use gravity.

The white light became brighter and brighter and surrounded me after appearing from Dazai's chest, and a book appeared in front of my eyes.

In this miraculous hallucination, I saw my ending.

The combination, the rat of the dead house, and all kinds of strange enemies came to Yokohama, all of them are looking for a prop called a book that can change the world.

For them, the biggest threat to Yokohama is the port mafia that I rule.

In order to deal with us, they resorted to many means.

Even the whereabouts of Verlaine were known, and enemies came to hunt him down from the Clock Tower in Europe.

In the end, I chose to use filth.

It is different from every time before, this time after using dirty.

No one put their arms around me and whispered in my ear that I could rest.

I kept filth turned on until I was exhausted.

Using filth beyond the limits of my body until I die in battle, this is my end.