I'm with the white moonlight of the mackerel

Mr. Mori, who was inconvenient to appear in front of people, stayed alone in the chief's office and handled the documents for me.

At the same time, Alice, who has grown up, took my hand as my female companion and attended the funeral of the former leader Dazai with me.

Yes, today is the funeral of Osamu Dazai, the former leader of the Port Mafia, and I, the new leader, presided over the ceremony.

At this moment, Alice, who changed the nurse's skirt into a little black dress and wore a veil covering half of her face, stood beside me pitifully, holding my arm.

Many people seem to regard her as my lover, looking at her with curiosity or amazement.

But in fact, Alice's hand grasped my wrist, and I could feel the cold needle sticking to my skin.

Mr. Sen told me that there is a high concentration of sedatives in it, and when he thinks it is necessary, the needle will directly pierce my skin and inject it into my body.

I knew what Mr. Mori was worried about. He was worried about my complete gaffe at the funeral.

But I know, I won't.

David Eagleman wrote in "The List of Life" that in a person's life, he will die three times.

For the first time, when your heart stops and your breath dies, you are declared biologically dead;

The second time, when you were buried, people attended your funeral in mourning clothes, and they announced that you no longer existed in this society, and you left quietly;

The third death is when the last person in this world who remembers you forgets you, so you really die.The whole universe will no longer be about you.

I don't know what other people think, but I'm sure I'll never forget Dazai, and I won't allow myself to have any regrets at his funeral.

Of course, it's not just because I love him. Today's funeral is also an important social occasion. If I lose my composure, it will not only embarrass myself in front of my collaborators, but also represent the immaturity of the new leader. Out of the weakness of the organization after losing Dazai.

The leader of the people, Osamu Dazai, is a dark cloud that suppresses the entire Yokohama sky, and even most of Japan.

So the violent storm that followed his fall didn't just herald the downfall of the Port Mafia.It even plunged Yokohama and even the whole of Japan into chaos.

In order to keep the situation from being so chaotic, I must be a cold and calm person who puts the interests of the organization first.

Even if it is my lover who is going to be buried now, I must keep calm.

I thought I could do it, after all, I also kept calm when I saw Dazai's body for the first time, and declared my rule over the port mafia in the first place.

But today is different. Countless people with ulterior motives came to me today, saying specious things.

Even though it is Dazai's funeral now, I can feel that many people who came to greet me are full of joy.

Their presence made me angry and frustrated at the same time.

Even if I can kill all the enemies, it is useless to kill those traitors with blood and violence to continue to maintain the rule of the organization.

A dead person is really dead, and no matter what, I can't bring the dead Osamu Dazai back to life.

Yes, in the hearts of these people, I am not as good as Dazai as the second existence of the port mafia's gravity agent and organization.

Perhaps, they were right, and the port mafia would be worse without Dazai.

In order for the port mafia to continue to exist, I made a certain amount of concessions.

According to the plan discussed with Mr. Mori before, I gave up some of my interests inside and outside Yokohama, and divided them between the Supernatural Secret Service Division and the Armed Detective Agency.

Obviously, the exchange of that part of the interests also made the two organizations feel satisfied. It was also to maintain the precarious city, and the cooperation was finally reached.

They all sent people to attend Dazai's funeral.

How ironic that I accepted offers from the Armed Detective Agency and the Supernatural Secret Service in front of Dazai's coffin.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke and another red-haired man came here on behalf of the Armed Detective Agency. Originally, I should have a few words with them to express my friendship.

But now, another person has my full attention.

That person was not Osamu Dazai in the coffin, but Atsushi Nakajima, who was lying beside the coffin and crying, not allowing others to touch the coffin.

From the beginning to the end of the funeral, the white god of death of the port mafia belonged to the leader's sharp blade, and the guerrilla leader who only obeyed the leader's order has been lying down beside Osamu Dazai's coffin, crying and expressing his pain.

Now, it was time for the burial, but Atsushi Nakajima stopped there, his palms turned into tiger claws, and he erected the sharp blade in his hand to prevent the people around him from approaching, preventing them from filling the coffin with soil.

I could hear the ineffective guy crying and sobbing, 'Mr. Dazai'.

I can feel his sadness from his heartbreaking, but I am tired of his behavior.

I just want to go to the past and lift him from Dazai's coffin, or kill him, fulfill his wish, let him shut up completely and be buried with Dazai.

Aware of my thoughts, Alice, who appeared with me as my female companion, decisively injected the high concentration tranquilizer in her hand directly into my body.

The cold liquid flowed from the blood to the whole body, and I also calmed down from the irritability and anger.Perhaps, Mr. Sen had realized this a long time ago, so he would make preparations in advance.

Everything is just as Mr. Sen expected. Many people are looking forward to watching the jokes of the port mafia and seeing how I will deal with this guerrilla leader who rescued the former leader who was unfavorable.

Osamu Dazai died, the man who single-handedly controlled the huge underground kingdom died.Even if I am not a lover, as the successor, I must not let anyone see the joke.

I let go of Alice's hand and walked in front of Atsushi Nakajima, using gravity to suppress this white god of death that everyone feared.

When he was suppressed by me and knelt down in embarrassment, some eager eyes around him became obedient again.

I didn't kill him, I just made him kneel and manipulated the force of gravity to sprinkle dirt on the coffin.

It wasn't until the moment when Dazai's coffin was buried that I was sure that I had finally lost him.I feel a little hard to breathe.

Alice, who leaned over, held my hand tightly, and injected another sedative into my body.

With the cold liquid infused, I braced myself for guests who weren't there just to mourn the man.

After greeting the members of the Ability Secret Service Section, it was the turn of the Armed Detective Agency.

Obviously, Akutagawa Ryunosuke focused more on Atsushi Nakajima, while I was talking with another red-haired, blue-eyed man representing the Armed Detective Agency.

"Please forgive me." The man who called himself Oda Sakunosuke looked at me in relief and said, "Maybe that Mr. Chief doesn't want you to be so sad."

His words made me feel like laughing and surprised at the same time.

His tone of talking about Osamu Dazai was a bit strange, not as if he was talking about the leader of a hostile organization he had never met, but as if he was talking about someone he knew.

This is very wrong.

He and Dazai met in private?

When was that guy, Dazai, he had hardly left the building of the Port Mafia since he became the leader, how did he meet such a person again.

Only that day, the night before Dazai jumped off the building.

A lot of sedatives flowed through my blood, which made me calmer and more sensitive at the same time.

Thinking of the previous discovery and part of Dazai Osamu’s last words that Atsushi Nakajima told me before jumping off, I smiled and asked casually: “I heard that Mr. Oda is still a writer?”

This Oda-san showed a surprised expression, but explained: "It was just for practicing the shoddy writing of the novel, and someone from a publishing house accidentally saw it. After that, I was invited to ask if I should write a good one What about a novel.*”

His words made my heart sink directly to the bottom of the valley, and then I was pierced in by thin and dense spikes.

It was him, he was the one that Dazai still remembered before he died.

A novel that was already in his mind but hadn't been written yet made Dazai still be talked about before he died.

Meanwhile, the man didn't even say a word to me when he jumped off the building.

Now, listening to his consolation and his condolences, even though I know they are just polite words, it still makes me want to vomit.

The existence of this man makes me feel like everything about me is a joke.

At that moment, my heart was empty, only endless loss.

Since I was a child, I have been losing people close to me, from friends to subordinates, and now my lover.

If my lover doesn't love me at all from the beginning to the end, then now, what is the purpose of everything I do.

Now, I really want to thank Mr. Sen for the tranquilizer.

The effect of the medicine allowed me to talk to Mr. Oda calmly after I made this discovery, and even sent them away calmly.